Lyra
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall and willowy, the blue-eyed lass peers from beneath a mop of riotous red curls. Freckles speckle her face, and her impish grin reveals a small gap between her two front teeth. She has a small bust but is not without curves, though it is sometimes hard to tell with the baggy dresses she tends to wear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Baggy dresses of sometimes poor material, girdle with a dagger she uses for protection as well as for eating, cloth shoes on her feet.
Other equipment includes a wand and various things dedicated to her craft.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 19:54:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lyra on May 22, 2020 17:26:44 GMT -8
She floated there as best as she could. Lyra felt his hand on her back then to help her float and when he brought up the object, she looked at it with confusion. "What is it?" she asked in a reflection of said confusion. Of course, the whole situation was confusing and frightening and.. Ahh, what was she to do about that? No, what were THEY going to do? She then peered at the man who was holding her up and said softly, "Thank you."
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Castor Tell
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Picture is accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to dress in darker clothing.
Registered: Feb 26, 2020 7:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Castor Tell on May 25, 2020 8:06:04 GMT -8
“You’re welcome,” he would say as he watched the rock turn into ash. Whatever they thought was supposed to occur that was not it. They were cast again in the baleful light of the world beneath him as he looked up to her, “I can’t reason why it would simply crumble...” It had formed a platform for them in its crumbling which she would be able to cling to, however. Lyra and Castor Victories seemed to be short lived in a place such as this. The monstrosity of whatever they had found themselves trapped in was not ready to fully allow them to rest, though it would give them a moment of peace upon the perch on which they sat. With them settled upon it and no longer moving the water they could feel it then. They could feel the gentle swaying of the stone as if it were moving towards something that was draining on both sides. Because it would ebb and flow one way and then the other.
How close they were to the bottom would be something that would be hard to tell. Mainly because the water distorted it so. After another five feet had gone they would fully get the feeling that they were going downward because it began to move faster. The water was becoming turbulent from being pulled in both directions and their perch was now rocking.
The stones below in the water were also shifting now. They had been light to start but not drawn upon. Another five feet saw them swirling and their platform turning around in circles. They would be dizzy if they did not know how to focus. Mina and Nixi The water continued to descend. To they point that the spinning on the rock would be enough to make a weak stomach vomit what was left within it. Since they had nothing they could feel the churning but nothing would come up. The water rose around them. It made itself into a whirlpool where their platform was the centerpiece. It was light enough to float and to hold them so when they crawled on top they would not sink further. They descended into the water until it and the rocks were swirling upward around them forming a reverse tornado that they were the center of. Some of the rocks hit the open air and began to burst. Each being strung out in the water flowing around them.
There was nothing to do but wait until finally as the dust flowed through the air forming a fog, one they would have to protect their eyes from, they would feel that they had stopped moving.
When they opened their eyes, or lowered their hands from them they would see they ended up on a dragged platform. One that was spiked around the edges from the fallout. What was below them could only be described loosely as steps. If they were not careful they might harm themselves on the porous rock formed but there was no other path. Walls had formed all around their platform surrounding them and the steps downward had high ledges. If they peered over they would see the way the water had twisted and torn apart the rocks forming spires of the bioluminescent material.
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on May 30, 2020 13:30:21 GMT -8
Mina stayed focused on the space between her and her partner as long as she could, until the maelstrom of dust forced her to close her eyes and recoil. "We're ok! A little hurricane never hurt anyone!" She lied.
The water and air continued to whirl around them, and Mina held her hands close to Nixi's letting her know she was still there. "You know, if this wasn't so terrifying this would actually be kinda fun!"
They would hold out until the storm had finished carving out their new, alien surroundings. Mina would take a deep breath and finally opened her eyes. Squinting for fear of more ambient dust, she carefully looked around her and made sure she and Nixi were still in one piece.
"You ok?" She asked Nixi worriedly.
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Nixi Luma Fermalion
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 15
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Nixi is a petite red vulx with a brilliant brown hair and fur. She has emerald green eyes and slightly curly and fluffy brown hair and fur. She stands about five feet tall and three inches. She has two huge fox-like ears and a big bushy white tipped tail. Nixi has a fair body and a sweet aroma. She likes to keep herself clean and is often seen brushing her tail and pruning it from the dirt, leaves, and other things that it does collect.
Nixi has a slender figure, as she usually keeps very active. She keeps a bit of makeup on as a way to imitate the person who taught her common.
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Nixi wears special pendant that was given to her by the woman who taught her common. As such it is a prized possession of hers and she treats it as if it was her own heart.
The special pendant is made of a bronze-like metal and has a sun-like symbol near the bottom. The outer sections are colored like a rainbow, while the inner section is colored to a night sky-like purple. The heart of the sun-like image is a magenta ruby. Nixi wears this and the pendant is much like a big coin, about the size of Nixi’s hand. A simple green string keeps it around her neck.
Nixi clothes herself in a simple white shirt, sparsely decorated with small flower patterns made of scarlet thread. The shirt fits nicely on Nixi, neither too tight, or too loose, and at the end it builds into a peplum. She has a brown leather belt, detailed with a bronze buckle. She has a small green coin purse strapped on her left side, attached to the belt.
Her belt is looped around a pair of brown capri pants. Her capris are marked with yellow flowers made of thread that sparsely decorate the seams of her capris. Nixi doesn’t wear any footwear, she finds them very uncomfortable, because she grew up in a very animalistic vulx family and never really wore shoes before she met a stranger. This stranger was the woman who would teach Nixi the common language and took her in after her family died from an attack. Nixi never saw what had taken the lives of her family, but she’s always assumed that it was a bear.
Nixi carries a shoulder bag, or rather a book bag, in which she carries several herb jars and smaller jars for ointment. She also carries a book to reference herbs and other plants, when she is out in the wild searching for new herbs. She also carries a mortar and pestle, along with a few other tools to help her work as an herbalist.
Allegiances: A kind soul who’ll help an earnest soul
Player's online availability : always in flux
Registered: Aug 15, 2019 9:21:43 GMT -8
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Post by Nixi Luma Fermalion on Jun 8, 2020 19:39:34 GMT -8
Nixi stares as Mina as long as she can, until she reflexively covers her eyes in order to protect herself from the dust. The vulx smiles at Mina's comment about the hurricane, although she doubts that Mina could see it. Nixi replies, "Neither does falling! I heard it's the stop that hurts you the most!"
In all the spinning motion, Nixi feels herself become increasingly dizzy from the sensations. In an act to refocus herself she places her hands on Mina's, as a way to keep her orientation while her eyes are closed. She laughs, "It would be quite fun! Especially if we knew what the end is like beforehand!"
She keeps herself waiting for the storm to finally pass, once it does she lets out a gasp of breath and falls to the floor of their platform. She rolls onto her back, staring up at Mina, her chest expanding and contracting as she breaths heavily. Her feet flat on the ground near the edge of their platform, as her legs could not quite fit on it and are bent at an angle. In that position her knees towered up, slightly spread about a foot apart from each other. Nixi smiles as her equilibrium re-adjusts and normalizes the new location.
"So far I am just fine." She nods in response to Mina's question, "How about yourself? It's been a difficult challenge so far, if that is what this should be called."
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Castor Tell
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Picture is accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to dress in darker clothing.
Registered: Feb 26, 2020 7:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Castor Tell on Jun 14, 2020 17:10:25 GMT -8
MINA AND NIXI Their landing had been soft enough but the material that Nixi rested on was anything but. The rock seemed almost like cooled lava if they broke it off in their hands. It was light enough that it should have floated above the water. Not that they had any to test it on then to make certain of that assumption. It still glowed with a pale light that filtered over them giving them the same blue look to one another. The steps that led down waited. They could see down into the depths and it came only down to a more even area. It was difficult to judge how large the room was but in the distance they could see a stone arch. It was made of the same material as their cells above not moments ago but it would take a while to reach.
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Lyra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall and willowy, the blue-eyed lass peers from beneath a mop of riotous red curls. Freckles speckle her face, and her impish grin reveals a small gap between her two front teeth. She has a small bust but is not without curves, though it is sometimes hard to tell with the baggy dresses she tends to wear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Baggy dresses of sometimes poor material, girdle with a dagger she uses for protection as well as for eating, cloth shoes on her feet.
Other equipment includes a wand and various things dedicated to her craft.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 19:54:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lyra on Jun 15, 2020 5:20:51 GMT -8
She found herself grabbing on to the platform in question, hoisting herself up. It was him she clung to when things began to get chaotic. "Shit! What's happening?" she asked with fear in her voice. There was too much going on al at once. Why couldn't she just be back in her own bed, sleeping the night away? How did she even manage to get in this weird building thing that was hell bent on torturing the two of them, if not more? It reminded her that life was fleeting. "What do we do now?" she asked over the loudness that was the water.
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Castor Tell
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Picture is accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to dress in darker clothing.
Registered: Feb 26, 2020 7:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Castor Tell on Jun 20, 2020 7:23:36 GMT -8
“I have about as much of an idea as you do,” he was joking. It was a horrible time for joking but he was doing it as they were lowering slowly. Still he would pull himself up onto his knees and then reach down to help her to her feet as they went down, “Hold on,” he’d suggest. LYRA The water continued to descend. To they point that the spinning on the rock would be enough to make a weak stomach vomit what was left within it. Since they had nothing they could feel the churning but nothing would come up. The water rose around them. It made itself into a whirlpool where their platform was the centerpiece. It was light enough to float and to hold them so when they crawled on top they would not sink further. They descended into the water until it and the rocks were swirling upward around them forming a reverse tornado that they were the center of. Some of the rocks hit the open air and began to burst. Each being strung out in the water flowing around them.
There was nothing to do but wait until finally as the dust flowed through the air forming a fog, one they would have to protect their eyes from, they would feel that they had stopped moving.
When they opened their eyes, or lowered their hands from them they would see they ended up on a dragged platform. One that was spiked around the edges from the fallout. What was below them could only be described loosely as steps. If they were not careful they might harm themselves on the porous rock formed but there was no other path. Walls had formed all around their platform surrounding them and the steps downward had high ledges. If they peered over they would see the way the water had twisted and torn apart the rocks forming spires of the bioluminescent material.
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Jun 22, 2020 11:05:35 GMT -8
Caught between a chuckle at Nixi's sense of humor and panting to catch her breath, Mina slowly rose up and straightened herself out. The material beneath her feet was hard but tolerable. She felt her calloused soles press against the rough, glowing rock. It was brittle and breakable, but she was under the strong impression that they should be careful not to slip and fall on it.
"Yah... difficult challenge. But, it's doable. Whatever brought us here, I think it wants us to get out of here alive... Not like some creatures." These last words were spoken with a tone of bitterness.
This wasn't the first time she had been kidnapped and taken away for some sort of challenge. But the last time it happened, she had been the only survivor.
She pulled up her shirt a bit to ring out some more water from her clothing. As she did, she accidentally revealed strange, dark patches of skin on the small of her back, like large birthmarks. She lowered her shirt again and sat down next to the downed Nixi, who evidently was in need of a little break. She didn't blame her. Surely the ominous looking arch at the end of the spooky pathway would wait for them.
"Yah, let's take a minute. Ugh." Mina grimaced and held her mouth for a second, feeling as if she was going to wretch. But then she swallowed and took a deep breath. "Ok, false alarm."
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Nixi Luma Fermalion
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 15
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Nixi is a petite red vulx with a brilliant brown hair and fur. She has emerald green eyes and slightly curly and fluffy brown hair and fur. She stands about five feet tall and three inches. She has two huge fox-like ears and a big bushy white tipped tail. Nixi has a fair body and a sweet aroma. She likes to keep herself clean and is often seen brushing her tail and pruning it from the dirt, leaves, and other things that it does collect.
Nixi has a slender figure, as she usually keeps very active. She keeps a bit of makeup on as a way to imitate the person who taught her common.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Nixi wears special pendant that was given to her by the woman who taught her common. As such it is a prized possession of hers and she treats it as if it was her own heart.
The special pendant is made of a bronze-like metal and has a sun-like symbol near the bottom. The outer sections are colored like a rainbow, while the inner section is colored to a night sky-like purple. The heart of the sun-like image is a magenta ruby. Nixi wears this and the pendant is much like a big coin, about the size of Nixi’s hand. A simple green string keeps it around her neck.
Nixi clothes herself in a simple white shirt, sparsely decorated with small flower patterns made of scarlet thread. The shirt fits nicely on Nixi, neither too tight, or too loose, and at the end it builds into a peplum. She has a brown leather belt, detailed with a bronze buckle. She has a small green coin purse strapped on her left side, attached to the belt.
Her belt is looped around a pair of brown capri pants. Her capris are marked with yellow flowers made of thread that sparsely decorate the seams of her capris. Nixi doesn’t wear any footwear, she finds them very uncomfortable, because she grew up in a very animalistic vulx family and never really wore shoes before she met a stranger. This stranger was the woman who would teach Nixi the common language and took her in after her family died from an attack. Nixi never saw what had taken the lives of her family, but she’s always assumed that it was a bear.
Nixi carries a shoulder bag, or rather a book bag, in which she carries several herb jars and smaller jars for ointment. She also carries a book to reference herbs and other plants, when she is out in the wild searching for new herbs. She also carries a mortar and pestle, along with a few other tools to help her work as an herbalist.
Allegiances: A kind soul who’ll help an earnest soul
Player's online availability : always in flux
Registered: Aug 15, 2019 9:21:43 GMT -8
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Post by Nixi Luma Fermalion on Jul 10, 2020 14:26:22 GMT -8
As she lies down Nixi would see the dark patches on Mina's skin. She is curious but Mina's action reminded her of what she should do. Nixi stands up and begins to wring out her white shirt, which due to being soak was partly transparent. The wet shirt clung to her body and near her neck, on her chest is a large circular bump. It is as if there was a large coin stuck to her chest. The slight transparency in the dim lighting kept any detail from being clearly seen, however the coin-like object seems to be made of a bronze-like metal, based on the color.
"A minute sounds good." Nixi says as she finishes wringing her shirt. "We can rest before we head for that arch." She reaches into her shirt and pulls out the circular object that the wet shirt was clinging to. It appears to be a pendant of sort decorated with a ruby and embellished with many different colors. She undoes the green cord that kept it around her neck and places on the obsidian-like stone. She sits down shortly after placing the pendent and looks at it, as if she is looking at someone. Her eyes feel sad, there are no tears, but looking at the pendant brought back some sort of memory.
"Someone used to tell me that whenever things got tough, you need to take a breath and slap some sense into yourself." She smiles, "She also said that working eases the mind. She was a workaholic and a very kind soul. I- I have a few regrets that I've made, but she would always make me... well, help me move on and grow from them." The vulx smiles and lets out a quiet sigh. She lifts the pendent into the air before tying the cord back around her neck and letting the pendent sit outside her shirt. "I think I need to be more proud of what she taught me. I know I'm useless in combat, or fighting, or well anything that requires strength really... but I'm learning my craft and I've always sought to learn more. This event has made me realize how helpless I really am in the world... and that's.... scary."
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Mina the Vassal
Dedicated
A future hero in training.
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 23
Physical Description: About 5'4", average build, Caucasian brunette
Clothes and Equipment: Some bargain bin, but well-kept chain mail, a paper-thin horsehair gambeson, and a decent longsword
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -8
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Post by Mina the Vassal on Jul 15, 2020 15:51:19 GMT -8
Mina's posture leaned back, her forearms resting on the ground behind her. She took deep breaths, her eyes in a half-open daze as her stomach gradually returned to its original starting position. She hoped this would be the last time she experienced being flushed down a giant magical toilet.
Despite this, she listened carefully to what Nixi had to say. She almost took offense at her last statement.
"You're not helpless." She looked at her and spoke gently. "You're tough. And anyone can learn how to fight." She thought for a moment and pulled out her dagger. She offered to hand it to Nixi.
"See that? It's called a force multiplier. What little strength you have gets focused into a small point and is thus greatly magnified. Nobody is built to go on adventures and slay dragons. We're all born with useless nails, flat teeth, and squishy fingertips. So we learn. We grow. And we use tools. As long as there's a will, you can become stronger. I promise." She ended her little speech with a soft smile.
"I know what it's like to be helpless. If there's any deep, ugly fear worse than not being able to fight it's... not knowing how to read. I only learned recently and I'm still not that great. I spent most of my life as a serf on farmland, growing potatoes. That was my whole life. Then I got sucked into an ugly place, and when I was spit back out I had nothing left, not even a patch of dirt. My only friends were a kobold and a dead man. And from there I had to learn how to fight and how to read. So you see, you're halfway there." She smiled again.
She then switched her gaze ahead and seemed to steel herself for something.
SLAP!
She slapped herself.
She took a deep breath and waited a bit. "Huh, I feel better already." She smirked and rubbed her cheek.
"She was a wise woman."
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Lyra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall and willowy, the blue-eyed lass peers from beneath a mop of riotous red curls. Freckles speckle her face, and her impish grin reveals a small gap between her two front teeth. She has a small bust but is not without curves, though it is sometimes hard to tell with the baggy dresses she tends to wear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Baggy dresses of sometimes poor material, girdle with a dagger she uses for protection as well as for eating, cloth shoes on her feet.
Other equipment includes a wand and various things dedicated to her craft.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 19:54:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lyra on Jul 31, 2020 7:01:34 GMT -8
The spinning of the water sent her into a tizzy. Her stomach roiled with nausea the longer they were in the whirlpool. When they ended up on a platform after a time, it took her a long moment to get the dizziness to settle into something less. She looked at Castor when she was able to, and she said, "I don't want to play this game anymore." She moved to her feet shakily and looked around them, water dripping from every part of her. There was nowhere to go but down. "It looks like we have to go down the steps." And with that, she moved toward them, though she did not immediately descend.
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Castor Tell
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 35
Physical Description: Picture is accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to dress in darker clothing.
Registered: Feb 26, 2020 7:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Castor Tell on Aug 1, 2020 13:59:13 GMT -8
Castor walked over as well looking down the steps that led downward into the darkness. Lyra was convinced that it was the right path but after her speaking of of playing the game he would touch the edge of her arm underneath her upper arm to keep her from moving for a second.
"You're right," he gave her, "We're playing some sort of game."
Still leering over the depths he would add, "I for one choose not to participate."
Releasing her arm he would back up a step. He would feel the wall as if they would crumble beneath his fingertips but they did not give way. Not even a little. It appeared that everything was solid now.
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