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    Vansin reacted to KittyvonCupcake in Art on the Hill   
    @Witches Brew, @Ink Fox, and I are all a part of a fun little section in Terrenus called Coth. Witchy, Inky, and I also like to draw. With Inky’s prompting, here’s a little showcase of our Coth related artwork. 💕
    Finished Pieces
     
    Sketches & WIPs
     
     
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    Vansin reacted to jaistlyn in Art on the Hill   
    Constans' harem, confirmed.
    tbh though, these are so AWESOME. 
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    Vansin reacted to KittyvonCupcake in Art on the Hill   
    There, fixed that for you. 🙏
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    Vansin reacted to Ink Fox in Art on the Hill   
    Welp-- here's  a stack of pinups to add to the Coth art bonfire lol
     
     
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    In Coth, we have a special way of expressing an overload of enthusiasm, which I will demonstrate now:
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
     
    So much to say! 
    Look at the depth of Kitty's art! Do you see it people? Is she not a world class artist? Did you like one of her pieces? Look again. There's always some thoughtful detail you didn't catch the first time.
    And then there's Witchy's chibipocalypse. Cuteness nests in her very soul, and I particularly love how wide-eyed Constans is. Take Kitty's and Witchy's art together and you actually get a very real expression of both sides of the guy! How lucky am I!?
    And then, of course, you gotta see Inked's art to understand the relationships. There's love and then there's, as you can see, harassment. But it's all love all the time really. 
    Truly, is there such a collection of beauty and talent that can compare to these holy Cothite women and their magnificent art and prose!? 
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    Vansin got a reaction from KittyvonCupcake in Art on the Hill   
    In Coth, we have a special way of expressing an overload of enthusiasm, which I will demonstrate now:
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
     
    So much to say! 
    Look at the depth of Kitty's art! Do you see it people? Is she not a world class artist? Did you like one of her pieces? Look again. There's always some thoughtful detail you didn't catch the first time.
    And then there's Witchy's chibipocalypse. Cuteness nests in her very soul, and I particularly love how wide-eyed Constans is. Take Kitty's and Witchy's art together and you actually get a very real expression of both sides of the guy! How lucky am I!?
    And then, of course, you gotta see Inked's art to understand the relationships. There's love and then there's, as you can see, harassment. But it's all love all the time really. 
    Truly, is there such a collection of beauty and talent that can compare to these holy Cothite women and their magnificent art and prose!? 
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    Vansin got a reaction from Ink Fox in Art on the Hill   
    In Coth, we have a special way of expressing an overload of enthusiasm, which I will demonstrate now:
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
     
    So much to say! 
    Look at the depth of Kitty's art! Do you see it people? Is she not a world class artist? Did you like one of her pieces? Look again. There's always some thoughtful detail you didn't catch the first time.
    And then there's Witchy's chibipocalypse. Cuteness nests in her very soul, and I particularly love how wide-eyed Constans is. Take Kitty's and Witchy's art together and you actually get a very real expression of both sides of the guy! How lucky am I!?
    And then, of course, you gotta see Inked's art to understand the relationships. There's love and then there's, as you can see, harassment. But it's all love all the time really. 
    Truly, is there such a collection of beauty and talent that can compare to these holy Cothite women and their magnificent art and prose!? 
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    Vansin got a reaction from Witches Brew in Art on the Hill   
    In Coth, we have a special way of expressing an overload of enthusiasm, which I will demonstrate now:
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
     
    So much to say! 
    Look at the depth of Kitty's art! Do you see it people? Is she not a world class artist? Did you like one of her pieces? Look again. There's always some thoughtful detail you didn't catch the first time.
    And then there's Witchy's chibipocalypse. Cuteness nests in her very soul, and I particularly love how wide-eyed Constans is. Take Kitty's and Witchy's art together and you actually get a very real expression of both sides of the guy! How lucky am I!?
    And then, of course, you gotta see Inked's art to understand the relationships. There's love and then there's, as you can see, harassment. But it's all love all the time really. 
    Truly, is there such a collection of beauty and talent that can compare to these holy Cothite women and their magnificent art and prose!? 
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    Vansin got a reaction from Tyler in General chat for NOT   
    WHAT TYPE OF METAMATERIAL
     
    (Solabernite seems appropriate)
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    WHAT TYPE OF METAMATERIAL
     
    (Solabernite seems appropriate)
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    [Coth : The Laughing Springjack : A Song of Wine and Cheese]
    “Ack! Quit yer belly achin'! If yer whinin' be any indication t' yer adventurin' skills ye might as well become a damned cheese farmer…” The dwarf shouting from the corner of the bar had been a boisterous new comer in the Springjack. He was known to drink twice his weight in ale, but always brought enough coin to cover the drained casks he left in his wake. Tonight like any other, he had his heart set on drinking till his face went numb and perhaps catching the fancy of a particularly round barmaid who look suspiciously as though her father may have been half mountain troll. The beard really did it for him—rawr, but right before he could make his move; his mojo was completely thrown off by the ostentatious moaning of a drunken elf. –ptooey. Just what was he groaning about anyway?

    The dwarf had made himself right at home in the den of drunkards and sidled up next to the slouching tree-thumper. He was eyeing Tirkas from over a bushy beard that engulfed much of his features and cascaded down over his large belly in tangles of plaits and braids. The mine dweller smelled like he had slept off a hangover in the alley. 

    “Whots got yer knickers all in a twist? Eh?” Too forward for his own good, the dwarf invited himself to a piece of the cheese that seemed to be haunting the elf. He snapped it up messily, allowing crumbles of the dry dairy product to escape down his beard.
    “Mm—it’s a wee bit dry, but nothing t' throw yer career out o'er--" the dwarf shrugged and tossed the remaining bit of pilfered cheese back onto the tray. His favorite barmaid waddled over with a fresh mug of ale for the stout miner, and began clearing away the emptied bottles of wine in anticipation of the next round that was already on its way. The dwarf allowed his good eye to wander over the portly barmaid’s form as he tossed back his ale. Trails of bubbly amber drink flowed over his already soiled beard. Once the maid had stepped away, the dwarf allowed himself another very forward observation about the elf. 

    “Ye see, yer problem is drinking this… fruity--butterboys' drink.” The dwarf snatched up a drained bottle inspecting the remnants of dark liquid at the bottom. “Wha' be this stuff made out o' anyway? Grapes?–Pfft, that’s a lady’s drink—ye need a drink that will put hair on yer chest!” the dwarf rapt a meaty fist against his chest and puffed up as if demonstrating his masculinity.
     
    @Spooky Mittens
     
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    stones left unturned;
    [ the darkness beneath, chapter 1 ]
    That window—She had been staring at that window since the wee hours of the morning. She had counted the bricks and memorized the grain and the imperfections between the mortar as her mind wandered. So many thoughts swirled in her head, she couldn’t sleep even if she had tried. The night had been too eventful—Lost, found, pursued, and then captured; though not in the way she had expected. Her heart tensed remembering the scent of Constans’ formal clothing as he embraced her on the cusp of the hill. Xildara had watched the morning sky pass overhead through the small portal over the fire pit, which had been alight with verdant flames mere hours ago. Now it lay in smoldering cinders, dimly lighting the confines of the room like the worries now slowly invading the spaces of her peaceful recollections. What now? The question had been echoed to the priest who had parroted his earlier reassurances and patted her head as he went on his way; more very pressing matters putting haste in his step. Leaving the gorgon to take refuge in his study. The room had a different atmosphere when not filled with Constans’ bright presence.  Solemn and Peaceful—though much lonelier.  
    She had talked herself into leaving a dozen times in the past few hours, and yet it was always something in the room that drew her attention, and enraptured her with thoughts of possibilities, or wracked her with guilt that still pained her over her past. The texture of the stone walls, the smell of the musty books mingling with the scent of charred wood, the books she couldn’t read—or the fact that it already felt like home. As a wanderer she wanted to feel anxious—to be suspicious but nothing felt like a coincidence here; which to a hopeless being like Xildara was a confounding, and yet—alluring notion. What if this was where she was meant to be?  
    The young woman muttered to herself as she crept along the shelves full of ‘crypts’, as the priest would say.  Her slate eyes glided over each spine. Tracing the symbols etched into leather bound with inkless eyes. Such a shame she was ignorant--- such a shame she couldn’t learn those tales. Stories had always been a great love of hers. Her mother would regale her with such yarns spun of wild tales about beasts who held worlds on their backs, and creatures who sacrificed themselves for the greater good and became iconic beings. Xildara wondered what kind of ‘men’ sat on Constans’ shelves. Her curiosity would have to wait as the floor boards overhead creaked with the weight of a visitor, though the foot falls were much too lithe to be the sturdy priest. The demi-gorgon watched the light fade between the cracks as the presence loomed ever closer to the basement stairwell. Her first instinct told her to hide, but remembering the sun shining in through the window made her recall her current state. Xildara would be fine as long as she passed herself off as a human; which means she’d probably look odd trying to stuff herself under the desk, then just standing there by the library.  
    The door creaked open, and Xildara is greeted by a beauty with a graceful gait that makes her seem like she’s gliding into the room. For a moment Xildara is taken a back just as much as she can read from the woman’s own expression. Though pity punctuates the tender look in the stranger’s cerulean eyes. Xildara hadn’t noticed her own disheveled state until being scrutinized by someone one as radiant as the lady before her. The demi-gorgon shrank under her gaze, feeling shameful about her torn and dirty state, and retreated slightly behind a row of shelves to peek out at the woman meekly. Even then, her silver eyes stayed locked to the hem of the woman’s deep forest robes. The room slowly permeated with the sweet scent of the lavender and myrrh oils that anointed the woman's flawless skin. Her hair fell in droves of fiery waves that shimmered with the luster of garnets. They were a sharp contrast to one another, and Xildara felt like a pauper standing in the presence of a princess. What was she even doing here?  
    As if answering Xildara’s unspoken question, the lady greeted the shrinking half-gorgon, and approached her slowly—promising that she meant no harm.  “I am a friend of Constans, one of his priestesses.” She clarified in a coaxing tone. 
    Of course, the priest had sent someone—it was wise of him not to inform Xildara ahead of time lest the anxiety set her to running all over again. Relaxing a bit, Xildara chuckled nervously, and dipped her head in greeting. “H-hello, my lady. I-I...” She began fumbling. Xildara had no idea where to start, and was wary of letting out too much. She winced, finally uttering honestly. “I don’t even know where to start... My name is Xildara –and,” She took a deep breath to calm herself down but only pushed tears into her eyes, glazing them over pitifully as she continued. “I don’t mean to be a bother—I'd really like to stay. I’ll do anything! I can wash clothes, and scrub floors--” She was getting ahead of herself, and caught the slowly rising panic before it could burst. “I’m sorry—I’m not good at talking to people...” She said, her tone much more controlled now. 
    @vielle
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    Vansin got a reaction from KittyvonCupcake in Church On The Hill   
    "...he looks very fierce to frighten the conjurer or to see if he is courageous. The conjurer must be brave, and holding a hazel wand in his hand must draw a triangle by striking towards the South, East, and upwards, and command--" 
    Constans shook his head and looked down at the sheet of paper upon which his hand had been writing, without his knowledge, while his mind had been occupied on other matters. 
    "What?" he whispered to himself as he read the selection. How could he write any of this? He hadn't been thinking about...whatever conjured thing his pen was warning him about. He'd been thinking of Ioreth. 
    With a start, he jolted up from his seat as his mind's eye blazed with the sight of her collapsed in a field of fire. On the other side of the room, Constans' meandering cobra raised its head to watch its master flee from the library basement below the ruined church. 
    Outside, Constans abandoned the convention of roads and instead tore through yards and gardens, his sleek black clothes giving him the appearance of a shadow flicking down the hill to escape the light. 
    But light was what he found at Dale Thimmick's field. The still smoldering grass surrounding the indent of her body attested to the truth of his fiery vision. The flames had nearly gone out. He decided to call them back. 
    Constans threw his arms up as though trying to hurl something and, obediently, the green fires grew up in a ring around him. He leered at them like a man punishing a guilty crowd, looking at each new flicker of green with suspicion. 
    "Why? You think I don't get it? You think I'm not doing something about it? You have to punish her?!" he said, pointing to the house where Ioreth had been brought. 
    "Or was she not obedient to your damn satisfaction?" he hissed at the flames, "Was that she would do anything for me not enough? Am I not you, here? Is love for me not love for you? When has it not been?! And more! When has my love not been your love too?" 
    With a swipe of his hand, the fires vanished. He dared not linger, lest he think about what he had just done. Instead, he went to Ioreth's side. 
    "Oh, Father!" Dale exclaimed, "I'm glad you come. I believe she just woke, let me take you to her." it was a foregone conclusion that Constans knew what was transpiring. The priest stalked after Thimmick through the modest passageways of his homestead. 
    "Certainly gave us all a fright to see that green fire surround her." Dale said by way of conversation. 
    "Rejoice." Constans said in a dead voice, "You saw a miracle." 
    When Dale presented Ioreth to him, he fell to his knees beside her. 
    "More water for her!" he commanded in a most unfamiliar way, "And a strong tea!" Dale jumped to obey. 
    "Hey," he said, softly, as he rubbed Ioreth's back, "How are you?" 
    She looked as sick as he ever did. He shook his head at her condition while she was doubled over. 
    "I think Dale's got a little vegetable garden out front that no one's wretched on in months. Should I take you?" he said with a weak smile. Dale Thimmick returned shortly with the water and hot tea, setting it in front of Ioreth and Constans both. Constans picked her's up and brought it to her hands, helping her tip a small sip into her mouth.
    "Is there anything else I can get you, father?" Dale asked. 
    "Yeah. A wand made of hazel, probably." Constans said, not looking away from the elf's wrung face. 
     
    @KittyvonCupcake
     
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    Viscerex got portals. He understood them. No one ever expected the hulking warlord to make sense of magical forces, but if you looked at magic backwards from the perspective of the natural order it so frequently defied, magic was strangely intuitive. Animals can't talk. So what does magic do? It lets you talk to animals. A sword can't cut you from a league away. So what does magic do? It kills someone who isn't even in the same damned town as you. You can't travel to a distant continent in a single step. So what does magic do?
    If you just went and picked anything nonsensical and asked a mage, they'd gladly brag about how easy it was to do. Because mages were insane. And portals were insane. And he'd just stepped through one. 
    See? He got it. 
    Suddenly, there was no horizon anymore, just an endless crowd of trees looming over him, beckoning him with thin fingers to explore their fatal mysteries. Viscerex scowled. Nothing was more dangerous than an unknown forest. It was enemy territory, a labyrinth of chaos where every thing had found a refuge in the food chain it could defend. Every thing but you.
    He would have never willingly traveled here, but it was no good place to leave the two women alone. 
    By the time they arrived at the clearing and Ioreth tasked him with the grass beasts, Viscerex was itching for a distraction from the warning signs flaring in the back of his mind. He stepped in front of the women and stared at the herd. It might have been possible to give them a wide berth. It still was. But to do so involved going back into the jungle, where Viscerex had no idea what predator was about to lunge at them. And anyways, one of the closer grass beasts had noticed them. It stomped its hoof against the ground. Viscerex tightened his hands into fists. He had been challenged. 
    "You two go. Leave them to me." 
    It had been a long time since an animal had called him to battle. The smaller forests of Coth had been easy to tame. This new realm would be nearly impossible. So it was here, with these heavy green animals, where Viscerex would begin the impossible.
    "KEE-YAI!" he yelled. Across the open field, his voice struck like thunder. Head after mossy head raised to stare at the human intruder with anxious eyes. Viscerex pounded on his chest, bent over and slammed his palms on the ground, walked further and screamed again. He threw his arms wide. He was massive. His clothing and leather armor stretched to capacity as he flexed his chest and arms. 
    The Rixnour slammed its hoof against the ground again and cried out a warning. Viscerex ignored it. Other males began to call out too. Viscerex stopped. For a moment the Rixnours gave pause, thinking the human had finally been cowed. Then the human hurled an ax at the nearest Rixnour.
    All hell broke loose. Five of the beasts lowered their heads and charged toward him. They weren't fools. Only the one or two closest would actually try to strike him. The rest would try to intimidate him for a few gallops and then peel off. Foreign animals though they were, Viscerex could tell right away which charging Rixnours meant to hit him and which didn't. He turned toward the ones who did, and settled into a low stance with his open hands out in front of him. Through the impassive eyeholes of his helmet, the barbarian lord watched his challengers with patience. 
    And just, just when the first Rixnour seemed poised to barrel through him, Viscerex slapped one hand across the beast's face and grabbed its mossy shoulder plate with his other. With a mighty leftward twist, Viscerex wrestled the beast off of its feet and wrenched it onto its side. In pure confusion, the Rixnour hit the ground like a boulder. It dragged over the earth, its momentum carrying it past Viscerex who, miraculously, whipped around in time to make equally short work of the second charging Rixnour. His triumph over the two beasts gave pause to the rest. A Rixnour, once knocked over, was as good as dead. Their immense bodies could not be lifted back upright. 
    Yet Viscerex looked behind and saw that Ioreth and Holly were only part of the way to the moss-covered bridge. The Rixnours were already hesitant, but he determined to put them into full retreat. Then they would truly know that Viscerex was the man who could tame them. 
    Two fists slapped against his chest and Viscerex roared in fury. From under his clothes his skin began to glow green and then, quick as a lightning strike, the green light exploded into green fire. The magnificence of this self immolation sent a ripple of air across the open field, and the Rixnours flinched at it. Further, at the sight of the burning green man striding toward them, they lost all fight and stampeded away. The calves squealed in panic, and Viscerex smiled to know they would fear him always. 
    When they were gone, and the echoes of them crashing through the jungle underbrush had faded, Viscerex dimmed God's fire until it was gone. With his skin still smoking from the divine heat, Viscerex approached both of his conquered foes and heaved them back upright. Each, when it was on its feet again, charged off after its herd with nary a look back. 
    Viscerex then joined the women at the bridge and crossed it carefully. 
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    Vansin got a reaction from KittyvonCupcake in Strangers in a Strange Land   
    Viscerex got portals. He understood them. No one ever expected the hulking warlord to make sense of magical forces, but if you looked at magic backwards from the perspective of the natural order it so frequently defied, magic was strangely intuitive. Animals can't talk. So what does magic do? It lets you talk to animals. A sword can't cut you from a league away. So what does magic do? It kills someone who isn't even in the same damned town as you. You can't travel to a distant continent in a single step. So what does magic do?
    If you just went and picked anything nonsensical and asked a mage, they'd gladly brag about how easy it was to do. Because mages were insane. And portals were insane. And he'd just stepped through one. 
    See? He got it. 
    Suddenly, there was no horizon anymore, just an endless crowd of trees looming over him, beckoning him with thin fingers to explore their fatal mysteries. Viscerex scowled. Nothing was more dangerous than an unknown forest. It was enemy territory, a labyrinth of chaos where every thing had found a refuge in the food chain it could defend. Every thing but you.
    He would have never willingly traveled here, but it was no good place to leave the two women alone. 
    By the time they arrived at the clearing and Ioreth tasked him with the grass beasts, Viscerex was itching for a distraction from the warning signs flaring in the back of his mind. He stepped in front of the women and stared at the herd. It might have been possible to give them a wide berth. It still was. But to do so involved going back into the jungle, where Viscerex had no idea what predator was about to lunge at them. And anyways, one of the closer grass beasts had noticed them. It stomped its hoof against the ground. Viscerex tightened his hands into fists. He had been challenged. 
    "You two go. Leave them to me." 
    It had been a long time since an animal had called him to battle. The smaller forests of Coth had been easy to tame. This new realm would be nearly impossible. So it was here, with these heavy green animals, where Viscerex would begin the impossible.
    "KEE-YAI!" he yelled. Across the open field, his voice struck like thunder. Head after mossy head raised to stare at the human intruder with anxious eyes. Viscerex pounded on his chest, bent over and slammed his palms on the ground, walked further and screamed again. He threw his arms wide. He was massive. His clothing and leather armor stretched to capacity as he flexed his chest and arms. 
    The Rixnour slammed its hoof against the ground again and cried out a warning. Viscerex ignored it. Other males began to call out too. Viscerex stopped. For a moment the Rixnours gave pause, thinking the human had finally been cowed. Then the human hurled an ax at the nearest Rixnour.
    All hell broke loose. Five of the beasts lowered their heads and charged toward him. They weren't fools. Only the one or two closest would actually try to strike him. The rest would try to intimidate him for a few gallops and then peel off. Foreign animals though they were, Viscerex could tell right away which charging Rixnours meant to hit him and which didn't. He turned toward the ones who did, and settled into a low stance with his open hands out in front of him. Through the impassive eyeholes of his helmet, the barbarian lord watched his challengers with patience. 
    And just, just when the first Rixnour seemed poised to barrel through him, Viscerex slapped one hand across the beast's face and grabbed its mossy shoulder plate with his other. With a mighty leftward twist, Viscerex wrestled the beast off of its feet and wrenched it onto its side. In pure confusion, the Rixnour hit the ground like a boulder. It dragged over the earth, its momentum carrying it past Viscerex who, miraculously, whipped around in time to make equally short work of the second charging Rixnour. His triumph over the two beasts gave pause to the rest. A Rixnour, once knocked over, was as good as dead. Their immense bodies could not be lifted back upright. 
    Yet Viscerex looked behind and saw that Ioreth and Holly were only part of the way to the moss-covered bridge. The Rixnours were already hesitant, but he determined to put them into full retreat. Then they would truly know that Viscerex was the man who could tame them. 
    Two fists slapped against his chest and Viscerex roared in fury. From under his clothes his skin began to glow green and then, quick as a lightning strike, the green light exploded into green fire. The magnificence of this self immolation sent a ripple of air across the open field, and the Rixnours flinched at it. Further, at the sight of the burning green man striding toward them, they lost all fight and stampeded away. The calves squealed in panic, and Viscerex smiled to know they would fear him always. 
    When they were gone, and the echoes of them crashing through the jungle underbrush had faded, Viscerex dimmed God's fire until it was gone. With his skin still smoking from the divine heat, Viscerex approached both of his conquered foes and heaved them back upright. Each, when it was on its feet again, charged off after its herd with nary a look back. 
    Viscerex then joined the women at the bridge and crossed it carefully. 
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    This is a good idea.
    Mickey, Vielle, well done.
    If I had the time to help this I would. I hope others do. 
     
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    It had been atleast two nights since her fateful meeting with the priest. It was an uneasy feeling to the demi-gorgon having lingered so long in one place. She was used to constantly moving, --always escaping from imagined hunters she anticipated could be after her any day now.  --but things were different now, --felt different now. Things had changed inside of her and thoughts of a deity that could watch over and protect her soothed her anxiousness. Still her wandering feet, scarred with miles of dirt road, had taken her to the outstretches of the farmland just at the base of the hill. Her mind and body were at odds, muscle memory compelling her down the long stretch of dirt road. --but she wasn't leaving... she just needed to stretch her legs, didn't she?  It was a lie she was telling herself. A sore feeling panged in her chest. She was a coward-- 
    Halting in her mindless walking, her grey eyes caught a speckling of blue in the lush green fields that flanked the road. She crouched near the edge, looking at the tiny cornflower colored buds. Five healthy green sepals held eye fetching blue petals aloft, --bright yellow nestled at the center of each flower like a precious jewel. Slender fingers outstretched to graze the soft foliage. It was simple things in nature that made her feel at home. The rural town she had been staying in was loud with life. People  going about their days, hustling and bustling. Xildara felt out of place here, and not only for her startling appearance that overcame her at night. Daytime held some respite for the woman, luckily her features remained humanistic during the day, but there was still an odd animalistic air about her that seemed to draw attention.  
    A soft chiming caught on the breeze drew her attention from the tiny flora. Xildara glanced down the road, intrigued by the soft tingle of metal upon metal. --what she saw made the woman blink in disbelief.  Familiar bronzed features and long burgundy hair that fell in dark waves shivered memories to the forefront of Xildara's mind. "Teha...?" The name fell from her lips in a whisper.
    Down the road, coming towards her sauntered a figure she had seen once before in her life; when things had become their darkest. Golden eyes punctuated a stern yet stunningly beautiful face, which was supported by a strong and graceful frame. Her eyes held the same luster as the golden trinkets decorating the woman's wrists, neck, ears and bottom lip. The woman regarded Xildara with cold eyes and nodded her head in Xildara's direction politely but continued on without an ounce of recognition in her features. Xildara's eyes welled up, hurt at first, but she suddenly realized why Mateja had acted as a stranger. Mateja had never seen Xildara in her human form. --of course she wouldn't recognize her at first glance. 
    Mateja seemed to be headed for the village of Coth,  leaving Xildara with an uneasy decision.  Staring back at the long lonely road and then towards Mateja's slowly shrinking form; Xildara decided this was a sign and turned to follow after the woman. She wasn't sure what she'd say to Mateja, or even if she should tell the nomadic woman the truth, but Xildara knew she had to meet her again, in some way-- 
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    Coth. Such a peculiar little town. It had been target of some of the most fabulous rumors as of late, and the sorceress wasn't one to keep away from rumors. More so when they talked about better times for the town, and better lives for the villagers. A new God, one that answered. Mateja wanted to find out if these miracles were actually so, or if this was work of a powerful sorcerer. Though, a part of her really wanted it to be true. 
    The attention the town had brought wasn't all positive though, and that was the other reason why the sorceress had directed her steps towards Coth. Bandits, thieves, lowly people wanting to take advantage of such vulnerable targets. It made her blood boil. She knew about war, about famine and death...and she did not want that for the Cothines. 
    Golden eyes shifted to the road in front of her, and she could already see the quiet town at the distance. From here, it didn't look much different from the many places she had visited through the years. Little homes, busy market, honest people doing honest work. Her mind wandered back to her home for a split second, and the woman couldn't help the tightening of her chest, nostalgia wrapping itself around her like a familiar shawl. A frown deepened on her stern features, forcing her thoughts back to the road. 
     But the energy...the energy here in Coth definitely felt different. Stronger. Magic was present here, and Mateja could feel it on her fingertips. 
    It was then that she heard the faintest of gasps, and a pair of eyes piercing at the back of her skull. The sorceress lifted her gaze to meet with eyes of silver. A young woman looked at her as if she'd seen a ghost, and the sorceress knitted her eyebrows together for a moment. The town wasn't used to strangers, then? If they were so put off by a traveler like her...or perhaps...so scared were they of thieves and bandits and this young woman believed her to be so? The thought made her shudder, and for a moment she wanted to approach and soothe the nerves of this girl, but the moment had passed and she had only nodded to her before continuing with her business. It was better to show her actions instead of telling her intentions. 
    It wasn't long till she reach town, and unlike what she was thinking, she wasn't received with contempt or distrust. People were kind when she approached with a small nod and a greeting. For a moment she strolled around the market, talking with merchants, asking about the morale in town, about their defenses and their troubles. She learned about Father Constans, a man she knew she would need to talk with soon. She heard about a group of bandits attacking at night, and she heard about the splendor of the green fire that now seemed to be an integral part of town. 
    And in every step, she felt a presence not so far. Lurking. Watching her. At first, Mateja believed it to be a curious child, but as she walked through the intricate alleyways, she realized this was someone who was not just curious about the new face in town. She walked in a slow pace, her shoulders stiff, her hearing alert. Timid footsteps followed her, and in the corner of her eye she could always see the petite silhouette of a woman. 
    She took a turn, and stopped abruptly, feeling her follower crashing against her back.
    "Why are you following me?"
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    The young demi-gorgon did her best to keep up with the nomad as Mateja made herself familiar with the place right away. It was fascinating to watch her, --Mateja had a way of easily communicating with others that Xildara often found hard to grasp. Even now the demi-gorgon couldn't muster up the courage to just go right up to the tribes woman and greet her. Instead Xi hung back, shrinking behind stacks of crates or attempting to look nonchalant in the quickly moving background of the market place. A few stray sheep seemed to enjoy blocking Xildara's way, and were slowly putting distance between her and her target. The silver haired woman grumbled and scuttled about the meandering livestock, hurrying to catch pace.
    Mateja's line of questioning seemed to have come to an end as she turned and headed into the narrow alley that lined the back of the growing market street. Xildara hot in pursuit swept after her as quietly as possible --but the jig appeared to be up when the young woman nose-planted right into a sturdy yet feminine back. Mateja-- the sly sorceress; was onto her. 
    "Why are you following me?" The sorceress asked. It was a perfectly deserving question. One that Xildara had neglected to come up with a plan for answering. Panic crept into Xi's features, and then fell blank. 
    "I --uh..." She looked like a thief or a mugger. Xildara was surprised Teha hadn't slugged her by now. "--Y-You look new in town..." Xi stammered. Well duh-- Xildara's heart sank. she was making a fool of herself. It was time to rethink strategies. She took a deep breath and put on the most disarming smile she could muster, --which was more awkward then disarming.
    "--I just thought you looked a bit lost, and needed some help?" The inflection of her voice pitched at the end making it sound as though she was trying to convince herself of her own lie. Though she held a mostly composed veneer, inside she was squirming at how stupid she felt. --Just tell her who you are! Idiot!! 
    Xildara squeezed her eyes closed for a moment, pushing back her inner dismay. "I could help show you around if you'd like?" The demi-gorgon was shocked at how easily lying came to her, and she managed to do it this time with a more convincingly innocent cadence. 
     
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    The girl looked young, scared, as if she had been caught redhanded. Wide eyes stared back at the pyromancer, and Mateja could only arch her eyebrows as the girl stammered. It felt as if with every word, this young woman shrunk in size, making herself smaller, as if she could will herself to disappear. But she wasn't going nowhere. Not until there was an explanation. 
    She didn't look like a smuggler. Too clumsy for it. Too nervous. Though, perhaps she was just a decoy, a distraction while the ambush positioned itself. Golden eyes shifted from the girl, looking at dark corners, at any sign or just the slightest movement...but saw nothing. Just this girl in front of her, still trying to come up with some kind of answer. Eyes returned to the snowy haired girl, and the pyromancer felt a pang on her chest, a vague familiarity coming back to her. She didn't understand what was it about the girl's eyes that made the pyromancer falter...perhaps it was the desperation, or the helplessness, or just the need to get someone's attention, to get someone to help. She had seen children and the elderly during war times, and every time, she felt her heart shrinking. But this girl...there was something about this girl...
     Mateja rose a hand in front of her, as if to stop the stranger from continuing, a stern gaze boring itself on the girl. "Is that so?" The girl wanted to show her around. It could not possibly do any harm, right? "That is very kind of you..." 
    "Have you been here long? I've heard about the miracles...the magic. What do you know about that?" 
     
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