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  1. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Never in Karuna's wildest dreams would she ever find herself stepping through a portal. And though little is to be expected at this point, she was surely alarmed by the helplessness she felt as she was being thrown into this eldritch surrealistic landscape. It was hard to comprehend, perhaps even impossible to for mere mortals. The helpless young lady felt sick to her stomach, as if being pulled in multiple directions at once- a constant state of disorientation, that which would give rise to vomiting in normal circumstances. Yet her helpless body refused to void a single drop of it's content for her slender body felt just as interdimensionally foreign to her as the river in which she flowed through and on. Though perhaps it were an instance, it felt an eternity, passive in her plights to simply get to wherever she needs to. Perhaps the experience was worsened due to her naturally empathetic nature whose attempts to comprehend only threw her in for a loop 10 fold. Just as she were about to loose consciousness, she bore witness to the scenario of two scientists and a little girl, and the tragedy in which she beheld. Reality felt subjective at this point, up until the creature which grew in size measured the helpless Karuna, though there would have been nothing she could do to stop it. Luckily it had more pressing matters, and soon found itself fleeing at the realization of Lunara, who Karuna hadn't realized was even here. Was this not a dream? The creature left the girl to sob alone in the void beyond Space-Time. And despite the young woman's current condition, she could not help but feel sorry for her. But that moment almost immediately passed as they stepped out of the portal. In attempts to adapt to a plane of existence, she fell to a knee, once again dropping her books. She refused to vomit, but held a hand to her mouth just in case. She heard the man speak, but refused to reply until she were certain she could contain herself. She gathered her books into a stack on the floor shortly after. "I..." She looked back at Sasha with furrowed brows. That couldn't be the little girl could it? And that man's voice. What was this all for? Anger flowed through her as she felt the helplessness of ignorance, from her Journey through Lirrey to her passage through the portal she has felt helpless. And for some reason, through this feeling, a distant, yet unforgettable memory resurfaced, remembering looking directly into the sky, the air engulfed in heat and fire, the clouds daunting and screams of the innocent deafening, and seeing a weapon unlike any a poor farmer girl has ever seen heading straight for her. She returned to reality once more. "Give my portion of the gold to them. I don't need it." Just before rising from her kneel, she noticed a small but noticeable greenish imprint on her poncho, that which resembled the same greenish flame from the man they encountered. This resulted in a slight pause in her ascent to her feet. "I have a pretty strong imprint on all of your spiritual essence. Hopefully we can keep in touch, but we must part ways for now." She coughed in her shoulder. "I'll be heading to the Gaian Academy to continue my studies. For the next couple of months, if you ever need to find me, that would be the place. But-" with her magic, she pulls out a small crystal orb which expanded in her hand to a full sized crystal ball. she pulled a chip of crystal from it with relative ease and the mass seemed to acclimate for the missing space. She gave the chipped crystal to Lunara. "For those more magically inclined. You have that too. it's magically attracted to me. It should activate when you need it to. Until we meet again." She gives a warm, yet smile as she takes another look around, her smile fading to stoicism. She starts towards a rather rough looking man with a stable of horses in which it seems a negotiation for one of the houses is taking place. Though no money was transacted She ends up purchasing a horse and leaves with it, looking back at the group for a moment as the horse galloped away. At closer inspection one may notice the man seemed to be sleeping deeply in the same chair he rocked in. One thing was certain. Her pursuit for knowledge, and by association, power, was insatiable.
  2. I agree. Karuna kinda has a lot on her plate right now, but she would definitely be sure to stay in touch. I will make one more post.
  3. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Still bent over, she took a scan of those around her. Apparently she was the only one of the group that was not okay, and Lunara was first to verbally acknowledge it. She paused, a a flush of red undertone peered through her brown cheeks. She quickly put herself together, dusting off her soot covered clothes. She cleared her throat of the remaining dust. "Right. Yeah, sounds about right." She coughed again as she took a look at her arms. Now that the man had brought it to her attention, it was blatantly obvious something was wrong. She is leaking energy, she can see it, sense it even. Perhaps she had not noticed because she never really takes the time to inspect herself. And perhaps in the heat of the moments the pain was ignored, placed under the category of exhaustion. But now she sees she really was not taking care of herself all these years. She needs to give her body a break. At least until she is able to fund a cure for this ailment which could permanently scar her if left untreated. She supposes all form s of magic should cease, including the illusion spell she placed on her poncho a while back for aesthetic reasons. With a snap of her fingers, her once Teal poncho unfurls into more of an indigo Cloak, flowing to just sweep your ankles. She collected her books at followed the group back to the village. --- Just before she would enter the portal she would look back at the Village, the landscape, and then find herself looking at Dolor, who seemed intent at ensuring everyone else entered before him. In this gaze she noticed the rune imprinted on the shoulder of her cloak. She is still not sure what it means, but she knows that once the symbol is complete, something very bad will happen to her home town. She then turned to look at her arms, which appeared normal, but leaked energy visibly to anyone with a keen sense for magic. Then she stared at the top book of her stack which had the image of the magicians hat. And then there is the demon familiar that resided in her, who has yet to communicate what the hell is going on inside of her. Wouldn't it have known of her condition? There was a lot on her plate now. She took another deep breath before walking through the portal behind Sasha.
  4. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    “So, what’s the use of hoarding all these books in the middle of nowhere?” Lunara asked the man. “Also, what kind of deal exactly did you strike with the last Herald?” She smiled daintily. “You know, the little witch taught me a fire spell just now, but I’m not very good at controlling it yet. I even accidentally burnt my knight just now.” She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers casually. "A very impressive feat I'm sure," he humored the young fairy, though remaining engrossed in his book. "A Harold and a prodigy, you seem to have it all going for you." his voice was borderline sarcastic, but there was a brightness to his tone that suggested his genuine praise. A concerned look came over the man as the young lady of shadows trailed behind Karuna, placing the books in an order he did not orchestrate. He would attempt to read while looking up to take account of the book being placed elsewhere, but do nothing to stop it. Karuna, so involved in her search, did not even notice her. "As for the 'Deal', I have no idea what you are referring to. I was more of a nuisance to her than anything. Always pestering and meddling. She could never figure out how I had been so elusive. She could not even find my hiding place. Right under her nose. Well- all good things come to an end I suppose. His eyes shoot a look up at Dolor as his bulky frame stampedes the stacks of books leading to the Fae. His eyes scanned Dolor's location, more specifically the books that were falling. without a second thought, his hand raised and a select few books from those piles fail to reach the floor, suspended mid air. the rest fall unceremoniously with a rather large cloud of dust and sand. Some arcane sounds could be heard harmonizing with the sound of scattered sand and dust from the upheaval. He did not bother to chastise. A man his size was bound to topple a few stacks of books. But he could at least try to look sorry about it. The select books chosen for rescue then found their way to another stack of books far from where the party resided, which isn't really that far considering the size of the shack-like home. "These books hold very little value to me to be quite honest with you. Burning them actually would not be a bad idea in retrospect-" His voice was low and unamused, speaking through a sigh, "Though I suppose until I come to a consensus, I'd be best to keep them here where the chances of finding them are slim to none. On one hand, in this room holds the potential power to destroy cities if used correctly, On the other, I have a strong belief that all information is valuable no matter how destructive. One mans cancer could be another' cure for mortality. I've traveled the world in search of the power I need to-" he cuts himself off halting his reading to look at the ceiling for the correct word he used previously, "Satiate my Insatiable...but to no avail. Now I'm left with books that mean nearly nothing to me." He still remained on the same page as he was before. He seemed to have a harder time focusing. He was not used to these many people in his home. It wasn't until Dolor finally demanded he help Karuna did the man finally take initiative. He huffed loudly. "She should be able to help herself but I suppose my expectations were to high." This sudden outburst grabbed Karuna's undivided attention immediately as she placed the book she was about to choose down. "What's that suppose to mean?" she retorted in a threatening manner. The man gets up in a rather swift motion, uncrossing his legs in a spin. So fast, in fact, that it leaves a faded green after image of him reading a book. Except...he did not move that fast. And the After image did not dissipate. It was still reading the book. Taken aback, Karuna lips parted slightly as if to say something but was interrupted by the man who approached her. his palms were open to her. "Your hands, may I see them?" She paused for a moment, looking up at him with a confused look but eventually submitting her hands to the man. Like a fly trap, his open palms clam shut as Karuna winced from the stinging pain, but the pain did not reside in her wrists. No, it was her entire arm. The Invisible scars that plagued the entirety of her arms became apparent with a luminous purple glow. "You have Void Rot." he responded monotonously. She pulled away, holding her elbows. "What was that?" she cried out, her hands still stinging similarly to when she overused her powers in the caverns. "Void Rot, girl, pay attention." he walks to one of the stacks of books and with tact, yanked a thick leather book from in between the stack without toppling the pile. he immediately underhand throws it to Karuna. She instinctively catches it but almost topples over by the sheer weight of the book. By now the scars have faded. "It's a condition that occurs when novice Sorcerers such as yourself use more magic than their bodies are capable of handling. I'm assuming you are of novice level considering you cannot even sense the books that are of most value to you." He lifts a finger and a book in the corner flings in the air in Karuna's Direction. She catches it as well, with similar results as the first. "H-hey wait a-" she was cut off. "Left untreated, Void Rot can permanently hinder a sorcerer from using their magic among loosing their lives at a much faster pace than natural." "P-permanently??" She seemed more in fear of the former than the latter. She stammered towards him, only to have another book thrown at her. she barely manages to keep her pile stable. "You absolutely wreak of magic girl, and you are no fairy, or elemental, which means your body is leaking Mana at a dangerous rate. Judging from those scars you've been leaking long before your adventure began. This has surely shaven a few years from your life." Karuna was in utter shock, as if a doctor had revealed a terminal illness to her. Before she could interject, he raised a palm to silence her. "Those books will teach you fundamental Herbology. Somewhere in there you should be able to concoct a cure to remedy the issue; I'd show you how, but I am no teacher, and it might give you incentive to take this time to self reflect on your recklessness. And this-" He places a much lighter book with a magicians hat on the cover on top of the pile now reaching mid chest. "Will be the Gateway to learning your Journey as a Magician Class witch." He walked to a table at the end of the shack giving Karuna a chance to finally speak. "Magician? You mean illusion magic? No I'm no illusionist i'm an anarchist mage." "So you tell yourself. Anyway, I believe that is what you were looking for." Karuna shakes her head aggressively. "No! I-" "Well, it's what you need. Frankly, I haven't a clue what your plans are Girl, but I have very little hopes for you if you cannot find the book you seek." He stiffens for a moment his face noticeable in it's restraint. He took a breath and wipes a sweat off his brow. "Either way, it seems We've run out of Time." Wearily, he snaps his fingers and suddenly green flames swarm his section of the shack, halting at where the group resided though It was spreading to their side gradually. Karuna jumped back, more so startled at the books catching fire. "What are you doing?!" She screamed, backing up at the encroaching flames. Engulfed in the fire, he merely smiled. "I'd be bad for me to just leave such power unattended, especially after being compromised like this... I'v derided to remove them." The fire fluctuated, his cloak flying into the flames. Through the flickers of the inferno, a green flowing lantern and hook may be visible on either side and from it a demonic presence. At this point, they may find the shack hard to breathe in. With a lack of ventilation, and temperatures rising dangerously high the exit would be the most favorable option. The flames seemed unwilling to extinguish and by now the man was barely visible. Karuna coughed heavily, almost toppling over her books. She glanced over to where the ghastly version of the man was. His form was gone but the book was still there, unburnt. There was no reason to believe this book held any importance to her cause. Perhaps it were out of spite. But with her eyes glowing purple, she pulled the book into her pile and began to run out of the building pile in hand. Perhaps individuals would catch a glimmer of the man's skeleton before the he was unable to be distinguished from the blaze. If all left the building, the house would then fully unleash its flurry of flames, melting the sandstone that it was built upon. The house soon turned to bubbling sand. And the man would be gone. Karuna had dropped the books, now on her hands and feet coughing the rest of the smoke out of her system. The books she gathered were scattered on the sand-plated floor. She spoke between coughs while still gathering the books in a stack. "Is everyone...okay?"
  5. Okay maybe not the end of the day... heh. I got home later than expected, and though I got a lot done, the post will not be ready until tomorrow night. Sorry guys. the main story will be on track shortly.
  6. Thank you all for the feedback! It certainly gives me new perspective of the results. I do enjoy the word-choice to a fault for that post. The goal was to emulate the personality and intellect of the character through the descriptive writing. I think I might mess around with word choice a bit more to evoke certain emotions, especially for my other characters. In regards to my next post, I should have it done by the end of the day!
  7. Thank you! Well I suppose grammar is my main enemy here. Also heightening my vocabulary to more accurately describe what I want to portray while having a more figurative presence? To use when I want to portray feelings/actions that elude my ability to objectively describe. Like similes and metaphors, Without sounding overbearing I guess. Readable, easy to understand, and captivating were also what I was going for so that's good to know!
  8. Hey guys i was curious to know what you thought about that last post. Maybe a critique? Im trying to improve/change my writing.
  9. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Judging by body language as well as intonation of the vast majority, one would suspect he were that which were synonymous to a prisoner. That the man of mystery and books were simply caught in some compromising act, trapped with little alternative, as if a deer in headlights. That due to the outranking of numbers he would be forced to comply, or 'suffer' as proclaimed by the certainly formidable but notably manageable formless creature. Needless to say, such showmanship of power and personal threats elicited very little response from the man physically, for he continued his rather professional stride, comparable to one which is deemed superior; back straight, strides long but not too long, hands folded behind him, veiled in the black sleeved cloak which could be described as almost interminable in its darkness. That is to say, it was noticeably unnatural to those close enough to see it. Regardless of the pressure, or lack thereof, for rebuttal, he replied to the question with familiar calm and poise yet with mysteriousness quick to its heel. Though his answers were true and genuine, he would not reveal too much unless prompted to. And unless it were necessity, he would rather not ruin his new attire in a brawl that would inevitably cause some collateral damage. He was, after all, trespassing; the situation could have been infinitesimally worse. He could just flee. It would be quite easy to actually. There were a myriad of ways in which he could do this, but this group's particularly intriguing. A mere pixie bequeathed with the Title of the New Harold of Lirrey. A demon repaying a debt. A child of the shadows. And a Sorceress who's thirst for knowledge so insatiable as to compete with the bottomless black of the man's cloak. It was...odd. And intriguing. And a tad humorous. Like the start of a routine wanton bar joke. A chuckle escaped the mans lips, for reasons the party may have misinterpreted as being disingenuous. He coughed in his throat as he turns back around. "If one is to be chased, does one not instinctively flee? If charged, should a man not defend themselves? I find it strange actually that the man who reacts last is considered the most guilty. Though I suppose the opposite is just as true. Where does that leave those in between? Tell me-" His words are quick to the cut. his head shifts fluidly with his step, tilting ever so slightly in Lunara's direction behind him, enough to catch a halo of his chiseled cheekbone's frame but not enough to actually give view to his face. Though if she could see, she would see a content smile, like a man chatting with old friends. "-If you have taken the place as the next Harold. A Harbinger, if you will, to what is to come, what does that mean for you? Do ancestral Harolds whisper in your ear or is it a hive mind mentality similar to the villagers you puppeteer? Do you hold your puppets experiences? Their memories? Are *you* innocent? Are you even 'you' anymore? I would ask the last Harold these questions, but they were not too keen on chit chat if I recall." he continued, not expecting Lunara to answer. "I pass through here once in a while for the atmosphere. I have not seen an actual person for years. The people remedy the nostalgia to a degree. Also, I was under the impression that you were all here for ill intent so I thought I'd linger around to make sure whatever you were doing would not compromise me. Perhaps thieves? Though I see now you came for more than a few books." He pauses before continuing. "I find that those, especially out here, deem anyone who isn't them as guilty of something. And I suppose that holds truth to some degree. No one is innocent. Everyone is guilty. Especially out here." Those last words held a dimmer tone to it, as if recalling a dark truth. "Answering a call, protecting a bond, knowledge." He sighs through his words, as if disappointed. "The real reason you are here- the reason anyone would ever venture this far- is for power. The Insatiable. The beckoning call to it. We all seek it, and we all know it resides here. Fresh for the plucking. Ripe as any forbidden fruit. Regardless how we desire to use that power, it is the source of our drive here. I am out here, dear Harold, because of my Insatiable, as you all are." Karuna does not interject, merely listening. She knows all to well how true that was, at least to her. She would have no ulterior motive other than to obtain the power she sought. And it seemed that Lunara had similar interests in this land. Dolor however remains a mystery. To repay a debt and protect a bond? Is he referring to Lunara? How invested is he in her? It's almost making her a little jealous. She takes a silent, but existential breath. Ever since the darkness flowed within her, willingly so, her emotions have been all over the place. Thoughts she may not have had previously are all she can think about now. Fear, anger, anxiety are the main emotions she has been feeling. The more prevalent one right now is loneliness. But she supposes she prefers it this way. She may have glanced back at Lunara and her looming knight for just a moment. It would be nice to have a Knight. Someone to protect her. But much like the majority of her intimate relationships, though invested she may be, invested in the future, she is still, at the end of the day, a solitary creature. ---- It really was not that far off, this Hub of Knowledge. the Village is still within eyes view, though it was a noticeable distance away. Though there was not much to see, in fact, there was nothing there at all. But of course living the way one lives out here, housing in plain site was a death wish. A few gestures and chants and his residence was in clear view, though the shoddy structure was modest at best. Not exactly something someone would describe as hospitable. It looked more like a sand stone shack than a home, but it was visually big enough to at least fit the lot at the very least. The man thought nothing of it and with the same amount of swagger, would lead the group inside. "Please, make yourself at home." It was a claustrophobic's nightmare. Though there was somewhat of a path to navigate into the mini house, that were only because towers upon towers of books stuffed with unbound paper almost reaching the ceiling lined the walkway and threatened to topple at any moment. Fortunately, the house was able to fit the group, with some wiggle room, but only barely so. Dolor may have particular issue with navigating certain paths in the shack, but the main ones should be relatively feasible. "Oh God." Karuna, firts of her team to enter, coughed heavily as she wafts at the dust unceremoniously entering her lungs. It was a mixture of dust and sand. And old deteriorating paper. Once she gained her bearings she managed to look, through squinted eyes, throughout the one room house. She noticed the books seemed untouched, coated in dust and sand, But one of them in particular was dust free, indicating he at least still reads one of these books; A red one with gold glinted font and fancy markings Karuna could not decipher. It resided on a medium sized pile, about up to Karuna's chest. There were also indication that he did religiously locate himself to certain parts of the room, such as the dust free hooks on the wall which contained a variety of trinkets including the one Karuna distinctly remembers around the Cyclops' Neck. It resides loosely wrapped in a similar black cloth as the robe the man wore, and seemingly shows no sign of magical activity. She would not even notice it if not for it literally being on the wall (the part that is visible anyway). There was also an empty space against the opposing wall that deviates from the book path into a subsection of equally unstable looking book forts similarly to the displayed trinkets. She could only assume this was where he would sit considering the slight indent on the sandy floor, and this is confirmed when he crosses his legs and takes a seat with that same red book she was idling at a moment ago. With routine practice he turns to the last page they could only assume he was on. Wait when did he pick it up? She shoots a look at the place she last saw it and noticed a trail of dust trailing into the air before tapering off. Ah, magic. Her lips purse in a thin line. "Sooo. . ." Karuna trails off wondering what happens next. Was he just going to sit there and read? He answers almost immediately. "Hm? Oh, yes, pick your book." He flails his hand as if to shoo her, the book close to his face like some magazine laced with the latest scandalous gossip. Wait is he serious? Karuna looks at her party with a confused look, jaw slightly agape, before looking back at the man with the same awe-stricken expression.. She tries to get his attention again, but he does not reply, too engrossed in his book. She huffs as she twists her heel to inspect some of the books. They...all had blank faces. How does he find anything? Frustrated, Karuna picks up a random book to read. "Not that one." The man responded monotonously, without even looking up at the girl as his half lidded eyes danced across the words on each slide of paper. Within a few seconds he was already dancing on the next page. He seemed awfully fast at reading. "I thought you said to choose a book." Karuna protests, audibly irritated. "Well not that one. Choose another." This would be followed by a series of 'nopes' 'Nuh uh's' 'Nay's ' and 'Definitely not that one's' with each book Karuna even remotely tried to pick up. Karuna was getting pretty heated at this point. She almost threw a book at the man, but decidedly mumbled some pretty vulgar language. He just smirked as he continued reading.
  10. Post is 85 percent done as of now. I will be posting tomorrow night!
  11. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    It was shuttering how the men and women who lived here seemed to turn to drones on a whim. Still the man seemed unmoved, passing through the villagers with relative ease, launching those who halt him with ghostly green flames, or telekinetic force. It was in these moments of fluctuation that the absconder's aura became known. Ghastly would probably be the best way to describe it. Cold, moot- almost fading. It was hard to describe but unmistakable, like the flicker of an icy candle or the wisp in a bog. Whatever the case may be, Karuna had his magical aura number and she was not about to loose it. Sasha had made the first direct strike. A highly efficient tactic, though not enough it seems, as he leaps from the floor to begin running on the side of a building, his gravity shifting completely in the momentary process, before leaping further forward. But not before The organic wall caught him off guard. Even after dousing it in flames, it did no good. He chose not to flee however, or to panic, but merely look at the wall, studying its texture, its content as if no real threat was approaching him. It would not be long before the rest of the group caught up. Karuna assumed that Agony was never human. She never once question if he were not. And the revelation that he was did not really change anything for her. Now the extent of his abilities were cause for concern. The way the wall, which apparently consisted of Agony's being, bubbled when the man struck it, similarly to how Lunara did, was an uncomfortable sight and her stomach churned at the sight of the tar-like substance. It was more so disturbing considering the wall may have been alive. It gave rise to a lot of questions. Questions she probably will never get the answers to. Her sprint slowed to a halt as she cautiously paused in wait of the man's reaction. In similar more composed form of caution, the hooded figure turned to face the group. he removed his hood. It was a middle aged man, dark skinned, slim, but noticeably muscular. His brownish red eyes were made piercing by the frame his furrowed brow gave them to an almost inhuman extent. Within the veil of his cloak, the hint of embroidered leather vest and trousers were visible. The clothes were by no means in taters, in fact, they looked quite expensive save for the cloak he veiled himself in. His charcoal black hair was short and kinky which blended into his untrimmed beard. He took a long look at Sasha Lunara and Karuna before scanning the rest of the group, including Agony. "Is there any reason in particular as to why you attack me?" The deep raspy voice betrays his slim appearance. Karuna paused for a moment, unsure of the lack of urgency the man seemed to emit. "We just want to ta-" "Just wanting to talking does not require preemptive assault young lady. Allow me to rephrase the question." He took a few steps forward. Karuna grew tense "What do I have that you want?" She pauses considering her reply, and flicks a look at his book before looking back at the man. He follows her hesitant glance before lowering his defenses. "You caused all of this commotion. Over a book?" he huffs smiling out of frustration. Karuna pressed on anyway. "Is there a library here?" The man lowers his hand and stares at her, his head slightly tilted forward in a more serious tone. "Where did you hear of this." "I have my sources." Karuna abstained from telling the whole truth. "So is it true?", she inquired, crossing her arms. The man paused for a moment, looking at all parties in the vicinity including the villagers. His facial expressions remained mute. "I suppose I'm in no position to lie, now am I? I would hardly call it a library but yes, I own a personal collection." Karuna's interrogative stance lightens up a bit as she looks at her allies and back to the man. "We're sorry for attacking you like that. We really- well, I didn't really mean for it to escalate like that." "Hm." He huffs. "You traveled all this way for that? Some books?" In all reality it does sound ridiculous, to travel such lengths for something that may not even exist. Still she was not going to back down from her convictions. "The books I seek hold power-" Karuna responded. "-and for you to be way out here- reading a book no less- tells me that you may have the power I seek." His stare turned from one of seriousness, to one with a hint of pity. He sized her and nodded, as if understanding something. "Very well-" he turns to the wall that was agony and looks up. " Just Outside the village. If you would be so kind as to allow me to pass, I can lead you there." In their journey to the gateway to the plains, he would break the silence. "I do not mean to be rude. I do not take you all for the-" He paused for a moment before responding. "-scholarly type. Besides the young lady, why are you really here?" He takes a look at Luna mainly, before scanning the others in await for a response.
  12. There's always the option of just leaving the poor girl. XD Speaking of! I do genuinely appreciate the call for skipping. As you all know, I do struggle keeping up with my own constraints. Considering I literally forgot to press send on my post kinda says a lot..(It was done I swear). I know how frustrating it can be to have that one guy/gal who never makes a status post of their goings on and ghosts the campaign, and that is mostly because it's usually me. I will try to do better in the future. Still, it's good to know the show will go on here if I'm absent. ❤️
  13. I apologize, I was typing on my phone and don't refresh to see your post @Reinholdt . I'll alter now. - redact that my phone is playing tricks on me .-.
  14. 1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    Karuna was eager to see what would transpire. She has never actually tried to teach someone any of her spells before, mostly due to her lack of proper training. There was no question her mana control was unparalleled, (not so much nowadays), but that was only because her father was an excelent teacher. He did not have enough time in this world to teach her spellcasting, though she spent years engraining the importance of control into her. In hindsight, she is certain it was due to the awareness of the struggles she would inevitably face in her later years. Of course, she would not tell lunara that, at least not right now. So long as the fairy's focus remained on her robe, there should be no real detrimental hiccups; this was actually one of the more mild spells in her arsenal which certainly could use some refurbishing. But just as one would think Agony would not become any edgier, the heavy-set warrior trenched his way in front of the target and insisted he be set aflame by the Avatar of lirrey. "If you wanted to get roasted, you could have just asked me you know?" Karuna joked, insinuating both meanings of the term'. But after a moment of pause, on realizing he was being serious on being the test dummy, she took a few steps to the side of the action. What was once a test trial on a spot on the floor became 10x that size with live test subjects within seconds. Sure, Agony was a pretty sturdy...thing? But this spell is no joke. It relies on the focus of the user to pin point an area of effect. The air surrounding him will literally ignite, and depending how much magic is expended with the amount of focus involved dictates how royally fucked the situation would be. This all seemed strange and out of character to Karuna. Even for Agony, this seemed rediculously unreasonable. What did he benefit from? Even the creature of shadow did not seem too happy about it either, as it tugged Agony hoping to sway his decision but of course, he didn't. She felt bad for it, even though she was still not sue what 'It' was. That was a question for another day. She recalls the series of strange things Agony had been doing. The uncomfortably closeness to lunara, asking if she was okay, the odd attentiveness towards... And now volunteering to be her focus... 'No...' she thought to herself as her view shifted to Lunara, then to Agony. 'No fucking way...' He could not possibly have feelings for the fae could he? If so this is by far the worst..and oddly the cutest way to do it when put into context. At the very least he is trying his best to be acknowledged by her..but the witch could think of a few ways to get someone's attention that involved less...ignition. As if this stand off could not possibly get any stranger, the armor in which Karuna silently questioned in regards to its sentience, seemingly sprang to life to defend its wearer, but at a rather painful looking cause. Karuna was certainly taken aback and her eyes grew large for a moment, and then soft again as she realized she probably should have expected something like that to happen. She took a breath and looked back at lunara who seemed further back than she was previously. She sight even notice when the fae girl slang shot herself back after suck a mighty spell. It was to be expected really. Sheer raw energy flowed within lunara, and along with her newfound powers, karuna questioned for a moment if teaching the fae spells was a wise idea. She shook it off and merely smiled as she reconveined with her party members. She snatched her cloak along the way, Dusting off the soot. "That was both terrifying and amazing at the same time! I'm very impressed, but in the future, make sure you have... She stopped. Lunara?" There was a moment of silence, poker faced and all, as she seemingly starred off in the distance. "Do you know if there are any libraries here?" If any were to take a look in the direction Karuna was looking, they would notice a hooded figure in black turning the corner rather swiftly. The figure was less important to Karuna than the book they were holding. Before anyone could give her a response, she bolted off in the figure' s direction. If lunara did have the ability to know what goes on in the city, she would know that there were no libraries, at least those which Karuna was looking for. And citizens don't usually wander the streets reading. In fact if lunara could go beyond and sense who is influenced in the web that controls the people, she would see it was an independent.
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