Vigil
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Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169 
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 23:33:43 GMT -8
"You believe my intentions were true then? I am relived, I thought I may have lost your trust when you found out Purge was my father." Vigil spins in the air playfully. "I don't plan to return home for a long time. Atleast not until I become an adult."
"What happened to Aras and Richard?" Vigil wonders.
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Andraste Ruana
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Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 13:38:46 GMT -8
Andraste gladly accepts the food, taking a bite of an apple as she speaks to Vigil. "Of course I did not believe you would go through all that trouble of bringing us to a place where we would escape just so your father could find us. If you had wished to kill us, you could simply have misled us until your father found the last of the soldiers. As for Aras and Richard...I assume they ended up where they were originally planning on teleporting to."
She gives a thankful smile to Ashley as she finishes the apple and takes a leg of rabbit from the basket, tearing into it ravenously.
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Vigil
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Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 16:30:05 GMT -8
"I am glad you see it that way too, Friend." Vigil glows warmly. "What you say makes sense, we both ended up the same place because I connected myself to you when you went through."
Vigil floats over to a ray of sunlight that was peeking through the trees, he basks in the light and a colorful glimmer shines beneath him. "What will you do now? After so much excitement it sounds as if you've had no time for respite."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:23:41 GMT -8
From above, loud wingbeats can be heard. There's a bright, blinding light, as well as the sound of harp music, and an angel floats down and lands on the grass, holding a harp. She looks about.
"Oh, sorry...was I interrupting something?"
She glances between Andraste and Ashley, and at the fairy, the wisp, and and Vesta.
"My, you're a strange group."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:30:37 GMT -8
Ashley looked in confusion at the angel.
"Another friend of yours, Andraste?" She asked. "I've been alive for over 500 years, and this is without a doubt the most unusual week I've ever had...."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:36:29 GMT -8
Tabitha shakes her head.
"No, I've never met any of you...I'm actually kinda lost right now."
She glances around.
"Where are we? I never bothered to learn the names of these places. And who are you?"
She steps forward and feels the heat radiating off Ashley and Andraste. Immediately, her expression turns cold and she draws a bullwhip from her belt.
"You're demons!"
She cracks the whip towards Ashley's head. If it connects, Ashley will feel a burning, searing pain on contact.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:43:06 GMT -8
As Ashley wasn't expecting to be attacked, the whip connected. She let out a yelp of pain before grabbing her forehead.
"What the hell!" She yelled in anger. Smoke fumed from the peppers on her head.
"I'm not a demon, you idiot! Haven't you seen a demon before?!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:45:56 GMT -8
"I've seen enough demons to know that they can disguise themselves! Look, smoke is coming from you!"
She brings the whip around again for a second strike.
"You're not a demon, huh? Prove it! Prove to me you're not a demon! What are you, if not a demon?"
The bullwhip lashes out again, towards Ashley's legs.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 17:47:46 GMT -8
Ashley jumped over the whip.
"A dryad! I'm a godsdammed dryad!"
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a fairy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
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Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 19, 2015 18:01:46 GMT -8
There was a flick of light.
The fairy, through some invisible means suggesting little other than telekinesis, had zipped around and snatched the whip's end with a very sudden intervention. The slightest of breezes could be felt, normal at first save for the fact that in every direction the air moved through trees and blades of grass towards them, coalescing in a manner that ruffled the flying winged sphere's flight at the whip's end.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:01:41 GMT -8
Tabitha stops.
"A dryad? Really?"
She tugs the whip, pulling it away from the little fairy. It coils itself and attaches to her belt.
"Oh dear gods, I'm so sorry...I thought you were a demon. You radiate heat, and wear red, and have those things on your head...but yes, I can see it now. You're definitely a dryad. I'm so, so sorry. If there's anything I can do to apologize, please don't hesitate."
The rage melts from her face, leaving nothing but remorse.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:08:51 GMT -8
She exhaled smoke as the peppers stopped fuming.
"No, I have fire powers....the horns on my head are peppers....I wear this robe to hide my identity from humans such as the one literally to the right of me because I don't know how they would react." She said, still clearly upset.
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a fairy
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Roleplay posts: 45
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
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Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Sept 19, 2015 19:14:47 GMT -8
Of course, the fairy knew it was but a small instinct to yank the whip back - and so it knew that Tabitha would, and maintained its 'grip' on the end. Tabitha would find her having to pull quite hard and--thwap! Tabitha was stronger than the fairy--or the fairy reduced its hold--and now had become a little intentional missile to the angel's forehead. Body-slamming the oppressive monster before it, it picked up flight from having spun and fallen from the collision, and returned to Ashley's shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:19:56 GMT -8
The whip and the fairy bounce off Tabitha's head.
"Ouch!"
It coils at her hip.
"Fire powers? On a dryad? That's very strange. And peppers? Why peppers? Kind of an odd fashion accessory...unless they actually grow from your head? Weird."
She sighs and rubs her head.
"I'm sorry for attacking you. I really thought you were a demon. I'm Tabitha, by the way."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:22:51 GMT -8
"Ashley. And I don't control what grows in my hair. It's something I was born with, along with my powers. I do admit it's....weird, but it's not my choice. And may I ask....what is an angel doing here? Five hundred years alive, I always assumed you were myth."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:25:47 GMT -8
She shrugs.
"I'm right here. Not a myth. I didn't think pepper dryads existed either."
She shuffles her feet.
"I'm...I'm on vacation."
If Ashley's paying attention, she'll see the halo dim slightly when she mentions the vacation, then brighten back to normal right after.
"What are a human, a fairy, a dryad, a wisp, and a...a pixie I guess doing together? I thought humans were always killing you folks for your fairy dust and peppers or something like that."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:30:41 GMT -8
"If anyone found out what fairy dust actually is, they wouldn't kill fey for it....and when I lived in the forest we only got a handful of human travelers. They were relatively peaceful with us, though."
She gestured to Andraste.
"I was helping this young woman recover from her exhaustion. We just had a horrible battle with a dragon but thankfully he was defeated. No thanks to myself, though...."
Ashley looked upset, but more at herself than anything else.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 19:35:53 GMT -8
"Yeah, it's weird. I never thought anyone would find a use for it, but humans will snort anything that will mess up their brains for a little while."
Tabitha decides not to mention that she was actually quite fond of fairy dust about forty or so years ago.
"So, um...do you want me to get something for you? As an apology? I could grab some cloud, bring it down here...or I could just go. I'm sure there's other things for me to do. Since I'm on vacation."
Again, her halo dims as she mentions vacation. It's only for an instant though, so Ashley may or may not notice.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
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Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Registered: Sept 8, 2015 22:11:18 GMT -8
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Post by Vesta on Sept 19, 2015 19:58:45 GMT -8
"Who do you think you are, just barging in like that?!" exclaims Vesta as she watches the exchange. It's the first time anyone present has seen her angry, and it's not pretty. Her eyes have turned from a warm orange glow to a bright red smoulder, and her clothing has begun to whirl about her much more quickly, her hair elongating as it becomes a more powerful flame. She dashes up to the angel and gets right up in her face.
"You're supposed to stay on the Celestial Plane, you dummy! Your presence here is gonna disrupt a whole buncha stuff! And don't you dare attack my friends again, or I'll burn your little prissy husk to a crisp. Got it?!" she shouts, before turning away. Then, she remembers something, and turns back, finishing off with a great, big, "OH YEAH, AND I'M A SPRITE, STUPID!"
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Vigil
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Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 19, 2015 20:04:36 GMT -8
Vigil pays no mind as he absorbs light and watches over Andraste.
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