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  1. Hope you are having a great Thanksgiving!

  2. Hey guys, I know it's SO surprising that I did not yet post.. argh. I apologize. my career is a wild beast. Good news is that I have a 3 hour block of time later this afternoon where I am determined to get a post up! Blocking off my calendar now so I can make this happen ^^ Who says you can't schedule time to be creative..
  3. Sure will! I will post tonight :] Also @CodieneAngel LOLOL 'Fake-Lynn'
  4. Lloryn is most certainly not the cuddly type. lol but that shouldnt stop you from posting whatever. his reaction will be his own xD
  5. I did itttttt. :) Also, this infiltrator is a professional asshole, and very good at hiding his intentions/himself - so unless your character has a ridiculous ability, no one should really be able to tell immediately that Mae isn't Mae. This guy is one of my new characters, and I figured this would be a fun time to introduce him into the world. No character sheet quite yet, but his name is Lloryn if anyone would like to know. He was not part of the group that has been stuck in the room under the other Corporal's command. He's totally separate, fyi.
  6. Not once did Mae stir from her sleep when she was moved from her initial resting spot. It were as though something had taken ahold of her consciousness, and the feeling continued. As Mae lay in slumber on the floor, gated by the couches, she awoke in her dreams. She rose slowly from the floor, realizing quickly that she was the only one in the room. But that wouldn’t last long. A sudden hand, appearing alone in the air with no body behind it, wrapped itself around the elf’s neck and lifted her from her feet, its grip tight enough to inhibit speaking – or breathing for that matter. “You’ve been sitting pretty in that body you have there for a while, haven’t you?” Her supposed assailant spoke, the voice of a haggard man. Unable to respond, Mae could only claw and pull at the disembodied hand, watching and struggling in silence as the rest of an arm, then the form of a hooded man, appeared before her. “I have some unfinished business waiting for me on the other side of this world’s fence, and I have waited far too long for an opportunity to get out of here to simply allow you to pass without taking advantage of it.” Mae tried to speak as she shook her head, gasping for air, but no words would come; her vocal chords were crushed under the vice-grip this apparition had on her. With his free hand, the man would remove his hood, revealing a head of short, white hair and a notable scar down the center length of his face. Whatever had happened to him must have been painful – and for a moment, despite the situation, Mae found herself wishing she could speak with this angry spirit instead of attempting to fight him off. The feeling didn’t last long. The man pulled Mae closer to him, her body still dangling inches from the floor, “I wonder what it’ll be like – you know – being a young woman.” He cracked a small, predatory smile, which was quickly met by a swift kick to the abdomen by the priestess. By reflex, the man released Mae, who collapsed onto the floor with her hands around her neck. Wordlessly, the apparition took hold of her once more, this time by the shoulders, and slammed her into the wall of covered picture frames. She fell to the floor below them, and could see from over the man’s shoulders that her body still laid quietly on the floor behind the couches. She would have no access to weapons as a spirit, and the intense fatigue of her soul from the room’s atmosphere left her nearly defenseless in this moment. “You don’t need to do this – I can help –“ The man laughed, cutting her off, before ripping the cover on the picture frames from the wall above her. The revealed portraits of people, all by themselves, most staring blankly into the viewers eyes – some screaming, other frames nothing but a wall of black. One of the deadpan faces, she noticed, belonged to the man attempting to steal her body. Mae’s brow furrowed, “What are these?” “These –“ the man grabbed her by the arm, picking her up roughly from the floor, and shoved her face into the frame he was pictured in. Mae’s head did not slam against the wall, however. Instead, she found herself suffocating in a void of total darkness. Her body began to writhe under the stress, but the apparition held her there, as one might hold another underwater. He spoke as she struggled, “These are the fine paintings of the many who’ve come before you, and before I, and so on and so on, you get it. See, I don’t belong here. There’s a lot waiting for me back in Terrenus. Eternity’s a long time for you to get trapped here – but honestly, how could I pass up the opportunity of an unstable soul waltzing right by me? Have things changed that much in Terrenus, where they would let someone of such an unnatural degree become a priestess? Lucky for me I guess. I'm not questioning it.” Her movements slowed, and within a few minutes, she’d been sucked into the frame, her expressionless portrait replacing that of this mans. She watched from the frame, unable to move or speak, as the man approached and smiled at her. “Thanks for the body. Good luck.” Without so much as a second glance, the man turned from the frame, moseyed happily over to her sleeping body, and laid himself into her frame. When ‘Mae’ would awake, there would be little immediate signs of any difference. She would still appear as Mae, the pictures on the wall would show undisturbed from their cover, giving no indication of the struggle Mae had experienced in her dream state. The priestess’ body sat up from its resting state with a resounding gasp, as though it’d been years since she’d breathed. Meanwhile, trapped within the painting, Mae was silently screaming, unable to communicate or send any signal that her body was no longer hers. She prayed to Gaia that this imposter would not hurt her comrades.
  7. Yep. so.. as you can imagine, I have been delayed.. I was at work late last night -_- I should just never promise posts before Wednesdays. TONIGHT I will post after I cook dinner. It's mostly complete, just need to finish it up!
  8. Hey guys! I'll be posting tonight. I was super busy this weekend and yesterday thanks to work and weather!
  9. on it B]
  10. yall can try waking mae up if you want, but good luck cause I need her asleep for my next post. /grin
  11. Stepping through the threshold was an unexpectedly shocking experience. Against the weight of her soul, Mae could feel the room’s distinct aura press, electrifying the priestess with an startling rush of adrenaline that nearly stopped her in her tracks; she couldn’t help but gasp. Her body broke into a cold sweat as a sea of shouting voices and angry intentions overwhelmed her senses. Mae winced from the onslaught, but remained well-composed otherwise for the sake of the group as she continued into the room. Was this the unrest she could sense before? And why did it seem contained by this room? She considered the harpy nest they’d been trapped in prior, and wondered if this was indeed how the world they found themselves in operated. Rooms in a hell mansion.. She scanned the room and the tired men trapped there, How torturous. The priestess’ initial temper and skepticism towards the Corporal now guilted her, she would need to apologize. But, she was tired. Her body weighed, Mae stifling an unexpected yawn. Not right now, she complained inwardly, wanting to give attention to some of the men who’d been living in these conditions for a while. The elf’s energy, however, fell sharply as the minutes passed. How long had they been in here, anyway? Hours? Days? How does one tell? "Oh yeah, the pictures.” Renin’s discussion with Ruys caught her attention as she yawned again, Mae shifting her sights over to the covered frames hidden by various cloths. “Tried takin' em down but they're nailed up tighter 'n a priestess's pus--uhh-- 'scuse me, kinda lost me manners bein' in here so long, y'know?” Mae looked back to the two and let out a lulling laugh, too drowsy to articulate much else other than, “It’s no trouble.” She moved on from the entrance as Ferris took his seat with the other men, and found an empty spot along one of the bookshelves on the floor. Removing her satchel, Mae eased her way into a sit against the wall facing the shelves, a few of the covered pictures hanging above her. She glanced up momentarily, if only to ensure they would not be falling, before settling into her space, wrapping the length of her cloak around her body for added warmth before dozing off near-immediately. Anyone else observing Ms. Manning might have found it odd how quickly she had fallen asleep, and perhaps the elf herself may have been more keen to the strangeness, had she not been so tired.
  12. HOKAY I did a thing.
  13. "How is he? His wounds don't look severe..... Can you heal him? We can't afford to have him knocked out for very long in here." "In fact," Mae spun in a casual pivot to the doorway as Nicki ventured through, flicking her wrist upward in succinct motion, summoning several layers of splintered wood to hole up the entrance to the hallway from their former foes. With a smile, she turned back to Renin, "Sorry - as I was saying - in fact, he's already healing. My bow can passively heal its bearer. It's passive, so it's not a lot, and it certainly wouldn't be able to fix grievous wounds or any of that, but I'm willing to bet it's doing just the trick, based on my brief analysis." She glanced down at Ferris, "Not pale anymore; step one, right?" There was little pause between the end of her sentence and the beginning of Nicki's - "The butler? Seriously? What's he going to do, roll the poor guy around like some kind of... of.. wheel? A Ferris-wheel? That's stupid! Who ever heard of that! You think a woman can't carry him? Get out of my way, I've got this!" The priestess reached out a hand as Nicki went to lift Ferris, "Now, just be a bit caref -" The sight of her appearing to effortlessly pick up a grown man baffled Mae, cutting her sentence short. "Well -" she almost laughed, "Just be careful with him I gue-" Nicki's jog down the hall had Ferris' body jostling awkwardly in his long hang over her shoulder - a position and unrestricted movement that would make the hairs on the backs of doctors everywhere stand. At least he was wearing Spellhound. "..Nevermind." The troupe continued down the hall in relative peace for the time being, a feeling Mae could only assume wouldn't last. After some time, she saw Ferris stir from his sleep, and shortly thereafter hop right back onto his feet, saluting Nicki and promptly returning Spellhound. "You saved my life, and I am in your favour. If you need anything, like a foot massage or a cookie or something, just let me know and I'll be happy to pay you back. Naw I'm joking. But seriously. Thank you." Mae accepted Spellhound from Ferris, slinging her weapon back around her body. She could feel its comforting aura suffuse through her chest, putting at ease the mild physical stress the elf had been feeling since their scuffle with the harpies, "It's no trouble at all - anytime you need it, just ask. I'm here to help ensure everyone remains in good health." Once Ferris was occupied with the door before them, Mae turned to Renin with her voice at a light whisper, "Speaking of which, I am concerned about the potential post-effects of the harpies' illusion. I sense a light vibe of discontent from the group, but I'm having trouble figuring out if it's from everyone, one person, or even myself. Hard to know your own emotions sometimes, when you can feel everyone's." Her eyes scanned the group again, watching Ferris knock repeatedly on the door, "Just keep an eye out, and I suggest we rest at some point soon - the uneasiness is light, but it has been persistent since we left that room." She paused before stepping away from him to join Nicki and Ferris by the door, "I'm not ruling out that it's you, either, Corporal." Unexpectedly, a small slat on the door opened to reveal a man, "What do you want?" Mae listened to the man's exchange with Ferris, growing more scrutinizing by the moment as their back-and-forth continued. "Corporal Ruys, Third Blairville Tower Recon Group. We were dispatched here about a year ago to explore, compile reports of what this floor contains, and deliver them to higher-ups in the Terrenus Army. But as you can see, we're still here." The priestess looked back to Renin, wondering if that statement was true, and whether or not entering another enclosure was the best course of action here. There was no way this place was just.. halls. She looked back to the man behind the door with her own set of scrutinizing, crystal eyes, "If that's true, then you would be able to tell us who issued you those orders. Are you familiar with our Corporal? Why had we not been briefed on the potential of finding survivors, or even on the fact that you were here to begin with? Surely the church -" she dangled an insignia necklace of the thorned circle with a finger from around her neck," Would have sent more than just myself if the government had known the potential for something like this." She leveled out her stare, "I dare say, prove to us you're not another illusion." Or I will fill your humble hideaway with some not-so-pleasant flora, she thought.
  14. so sorry guys.. i was thrown into the fire at work! I AM POSTING RIGHT MEOW Also, I hate this week lol
  15. Sorry guys.. had some family stuff I had to deal with suddenly last night. I have some free time later today, so I'll be posting in the afternoon - apologies for the delay