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Artisan of Soul

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Artisan of Soul last won the day on October 13 2015

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About Artisan of Soul

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    Salisbury Hills, Albion
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    I like computer games, boring topics of science and literature, and basically a whole bunch of nerd stuff. I like nerd stuff.
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    Pretend to work 5 days a week

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  1. A spark of life ignited within his eyes. His demeanor too, shifted from disinterested calm to sincere curiosity and investment. His voice quickened, he made a few more slightly excited gestures with his hands. "I might know a person - I have many friends in many lands, and some of whom are known to visit." He gestured to the pot of tea on the stove, still hot but simmering down. "This blend came from a companion I once had in the north. I visit when I am able and about once a year they stop by and say hello. Similarly, I have knowledge on those who specialize in just what you are after." Finishing his second cup of tea and setting the empty cup on the counter he sat across from Ellana. "Well, now we have something to work towards. But that in itself is not enough. How will you survive until then? Certainly being so close to your Father could pose a problem, and certainly you cannot wave your status around - if you are to indeed take down this man as you so claim to wish to." His more neutral, and somewhat arrogant attitude returned to him, leaning against the back of the chair and looking down at Ellana from the bridge of his nose, head tilted to the side. "You have escaped, but now you need to set up a staging point for your operations. Where do you intend to do that?"
  2. Gray's eyes softened and he smiled tenderly, knowing the rebellious youth before him harbored no ill will. He replied coolly, each word a soft and measured step of dialogue. "No offense taken, Ellena. And it is a pleasure to meet you." Another sip, a pause, and a slight furrow to his brow preceded, "So I ask again, what do you plan to do now that you are 'free'?" His fingers around his cup imitated quotations. He had no problem entertaining guests, and as it stood she was his guest. However, she was also a runaway. A runaway with a potent pile of trouble chasing her. If Gray was to intervene of the behalf of good will and civil rights... it would derail this evening's intentions irrecoverably.
  3. He gave a reasuring smile, "I might chuckle at your mention of me as a house wife - Ah, a 'depressed house wife', no less - but no, I can find reason in your struggle against your family's ... ideals." He finished the last bit of his tea and went to the stove to pour himself a new cup. He turned back around, raising his cup to her slightly in acknowledgement, then taking another sip. "So what do you hope to gain now that you're free?"
  4. "Ye verily, ma'dam. T'was naught a gait but thine weight of silk or linen weave far beyond the ilk my kin'd achieve." He snickered slightly and brought the cup tup to his lips to hide a smile, but soon regathered himself and coughed to end his mocking jester. "Nay, not a fault, merely you are likely to pass for a commoner as I am to pass for a griffon." He gestured for her to follow as he turned back through the narrow doorway to the kitchen. The rooms were very small and packed to the brim with various trinkets and books. Manuals of all kinds lined the kitchen walls, ending at about eye level before another pile began next to it. Upon further inspection it appeared as if two living quarters were combined to form Gray's. The kitchen had two back doors, one of which blocked by books and a set of brooms, and the other left out to a half fenced patio, and out to the back alleyways. It also had two counter tops on either end of the room, with only one stove and one sink on the left side, the right bearing a noticeably lighter wood counter and cupboard used to fill in the would-be hole. A staircase ran up from the other room adjacent to their previous, likely another living room that had an upstairs, and likely the same door that was shut just right of the door she flew through to get here. Gray grabbed her attention again as he presented her a small cup identical to his save for the gold inlay that lined it. It was only half filled with tea. "I apologize that I have no more than this to offer you, but I hope it will suffice." His eyes gleamed knowingly, and he leaned against the edge of the sink, a soft brass colour that went smoothly with the dark wood and light green tones that played on the accents. He waited for her to speak, however his desire to ask questions may be he dared not intimidate her by asking. His eyes probed her for any information he could, but even that only exposed her obvious preparatory faults in coming to common society.
  5. A few new herbs from the north, sweet mint, seven dried blackberries and six fresh ones for good measure, sage, thyme and a bit of chopped black tea. The hot water in the kettle atop the stove steeped these ingredients and filled the home with a gentle aroma of fragrant earthen and fruity tones. He had just completed his latest trade with his old friend and couldn't wait to taste what these new sweet leaves and roots did to his recipe. He read the slip of paper that was amidst his small boxes of tea, "For Dreams, Dragonmouth." He turned the paper over in his hands a few more times before tucking it into his pants pocket. The old and worn piece of parchment had seen better days, but it was a warm token of gratitude. "Ah, that's right, tea." Gray muttered to himself as he reached into the cupboard for a small vial of honey. He reached then for a white porcelain cup, bordered with a silver inlay that wove regal swirling patterns. He fixed himself a bit of his mixture and sighed with delight, as it was nearly perfect. A bit more mint could not go amiss, but he would enjoy what he had for now as it were. Then his door shut rather abruptly which was as odd as it was startling. There was only a light breeze out and no draft, at least not since the last time he checked. "Oh?" he sounded from the ktichen as his intruder timidly called out to him. Gray turned the doorway, a young man in a pale pink blouse with slate blue slacks. He had shaggy blonde hair with slight curls, soft blue-green eyes, and sheepish smile that wore a devilish accent with the coy tone he took. "So a rich heirress is here to rob me? I never thought I'd see the day. To what do I owe the honor?" He asked with a smirk, both hands on his cup as he gingerly sipped the hot liquid. "Would you like a cup of tea before you sack the house?"
  6. I'm going to take some time away from Valucre so that I may be extremely edgy focused more on my real life responsibilities.  I just haven't had time to devote to Valucre and that's not fair to my RP partners, especially when they are so brilliant and full of wonderful stories that I have otherwise been neglecting  
    I will return at a later date, once my life clears up and writing becomes a source of inspriation and calm for me once more.


    Unless I die first.  

    Artisan of Soul

    1. supernal


      Best of luck with those responsibilities. If the pressure lessens, Valucre will be around!

  7. Then I'll get to work as Ja's lore dog. I've been working on it in my spare time but I'm never pleased with it, and since Tegrash has a beastiary of the Haunted Glen, he's going to start one of Yh'mi and see what there is to see, starting with the delving of the minds of the Chitten with his annoying "Let me touch your occipital lobe" powers.
  8. Well of course! What good could my little Megalomaniac edgelord do taking away your glory? Aside from being a right ol' cunt, he's just not strong enough to go delving into the mind of the Gutterfiend, nor would he want to without serious help.
  9. Holy fuck that took forever, and I was not helping at the last part, but by god if you guys didn't fucking deserve this victory-- Now, I leave it up to you all to decide how you finish him off, and disassemble the Gutterfiend. Just ask me about the biology if you want to take something like the liver or the heart or some teeth/acid. It's a smorgasbord of alchemic ingredients in there, and you can have whatever you can carry, but someone also has to take the head of this thing into town in order to claim the bounty.
  10. Rainza's beating of the creature's bod that protruded from the safe walls of the wards send a rippling surge of energy through its muscles. It lost its control on Tegrash's mind for a brief moment as it processed the actions of Rainza, and with Tarin's help in securing Tegrash's psyche within the creature, the tides of battle were ultimately turned in their favor. The snapping maw slowed as it began to feel its life being ripped away under the oppressive drain of the wards. Wavering in its mental faculties, and even the chitten that were so eager to throw themselves at the group, now hesitated. Tegrash excitedly felt the wane of the Maw's strength and will to live, and with a brief acknowledgement of Tarin's assistance, left the safety of the bubble to finish what he had insisted on starting. His emotions and desires for power overwhelmed and devoured the Maw's desperate need for survival, until nothing of the original mind was left in the body of the rapidly deteriorating horror. Tegrash could feel it all now, the power of each mind woven into this network of pheromones and magics, understanding the maw's purpose and death, and that someone would need to take over this node of power, giving the chitten direction once their original leader was gone. Tegrash had someone in mind. Everyone had done their part to ensure that they stayed alive, and they had each held off a specific force of the gutterfiends' allies. It was ultimately over, and for the better. The Gutterfiend fought with Haze's abominations, the mutated corpses of the already nightmarish beasts of Yh'mi, and the maw writhed only for a moment as the warding wall drained it of its last bit of life. There was nothing the remnants of this retaliation coup could muster. Tegrash ensured of this by turning the chitten onto their previous masters. His body still lied on the muddy grounds but he had ceased clawing at his body, ceased laughing manically. He simply observed what went on around him through the eyes and minds of the Chitten not yet claimed by his wards. He looked around the battlefield, at his unlikely new allies and faithful Rainza who kept him alive so frequently longer than he deserved. He smiled a wicked and toothy smile at this notion. It made him happy. As the remaining Chitten tore into the flesh of the Gutterfiend, it made him happy. Haze's mutated beasts stabbing into and clawing through the Gutterfiend's flesh made him happy, and feeling the beast bend the edges of the chittens' minds, vying for control that it so needed, it sparked excitement within Tegrash once again. This new power would not be given up without a fight, and that was everything he had put on the line here. He felt like he had finally accomplished something great. What he had been searching for. The biology of the creatures and the needs of them surged through network of minds, as if he were simultaneously thinking about the battle and how to interact with his allies with many eyes and bodies of his new system. Yet he was unable to find his way back to his body without searching for it with considerable effort, and upon finding it, the Gutterfiend had snatched a few of the Chitten from his control. They were swiftly killed, as the small beasts fought against themselves now, but it was ultimately finished. The bleeding, acid dripping gutterfiend was now facing off against five foes it had no chance of defeating, and it had no reinforcements to protect it. The gnarled beast roared in defiance to its fate, and Tegrash, sprawled upon the mud on his back, returned a roar, sharing a primal hate for the opposite force in this mental battle over the Chitten. There was one foe left, one last creature to which they had to deal, and it was a savagely wounded Gutterfiend. It was now more of a formality to kill it, as Tegrash slowly regained movement of his body, flexing and stretching each body part before daring to put weight against any of them in order to prop himself up.
  11. I got cucked, my phone got fucked up and then got weaseled into having to help put together a wedding. I'LL try and get to it later tonight.
  12. While intelligent and powerful, the beasts were not infallible. The insects were used to absorb most of Tarin's gaseous summon, and were killed as the vapor came to be solid pieces, materializing within their joints and fluidic lungs. The Gutterfiend spat a wicked acid at the vaporous compound that drifted towards him, dissipating a majority of the invasive fog, until what remained of it was able invaded his throat. It then went deeper, and lined itself in the acids and bile within the Gutterfiends' body. There were no lungs within the creature's chest, non accessable by the wraith at least, and as the insides of the Gutterfiend churned it into a substance whose smell could almost reach Haze, it vomited violently and with it, chitten. They emerged from inside its body, the dark and seemingly spacious inside as bile lined chitten wouldn't stop crawling out from its mouth and popping from the sacks on its sides. They were coated in a vile substance that even Tegrash would hesitate to study. The Gutterfiend was now out of creatures to use aside from the recently created chtiten, so it made its advance upon the three hiding within the barrier Tegrash had erected. The remains of Tarin's summon were quickly wrapped in mucus, partially digested, and regurgitated from the Gutterfiend's body. Xio and Haze had gotten through their test, and though Haze couldn't be seen, the creatures on the ground which she had struck and fallen with her spear began to twitch. Only two or three made any slow movement, like that of a dying beetle desperately clinging to life out of madness, rather than having the good sense to just die. No one could be certain that wasn't exactly what they were doing. Then, seeing about 8 Chitten survive Tarin's onslaught of rocks, he decided that they would easily be cleaned up with the wards, and decided to try and cripple the violent maw rushing at them. The scattered remnants of the initial rushing force had one purpose, and that wasn't slowed even as their allies were cut down directly beside them. Tegrash deduced this meant they were being puppeted by the maw, and thought that if he could put his hooks in the puppeteer of the chitten, he would have this fight over in an instant rather than another thirty minutes in a war of attrition. He steadied himself and his mental powers, then reached out with a torrent of hate and discontent. The beast had next to no mental defenses upon entrance, but as Tegrash delved deeper into the creature's mind he started to snicker. This feeling of sudden joy was unusual, but it was overwhelming. Then the beast charged, faster than one would have thought possible for a creature of that size. Directly into the wall of death it smacked. Several other chitten slammed against the wards' link and were drained of their life force, but the maw did not cease. It clawed and squirmed through the barrier, inching past the defense ever so slowly, and it gnashed its myriad teeth violently. Tegrash was unable to stop it, unable to stop anything that was coming next. His laughing did not cease or slow, instead it became a hideous cackle. He writhed in pain, clawing at his body with his own hands as if something were inside of him that needed to get out, and he collapsed into the mud of the wastelands. The creature let him enter it's mind, and now that he was there, it locked him in and transferred its pain and other dark emotions into Tegrash, keeping him awake through it all. He saw the bile coated Chitten draw closer and as his body and mind betrayed him against this creature, he hoped the others would be able to end what remained. 8 Bile Covered Chitten, 1 Gutterfiend, 2 insects, and 1 Maw.
  13. I shall post tonight. I have had a post ready at home on my home computer, but I haven't been back for several days because I've been in VA, TDY for work. Heading home this evening.
  14. Once this fight is over, we'll go our separate ways, talk to @Jaslyn Ardellius about rewards for slaying the beastie and then go home. Tegrash will probably lurk in Yh'mi for a while longer since it's basically his new home and everyone else is free to drop once this thing dies.
  15. Whomever hasn't posted yet. Just so long as everyone gets a turn, I don't care what order. @1ionFang is busy with art and will get to this when he is able. @Avvercus is busy being a student and I'm(@Artisan of Soul) busy NOT DYING (it's a lot more work than you'd think) but with the proper nudging I can persuade them both to post. You guys just figure out what words you want to put out into the Aether and then Let it Rip.
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