Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426 
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 18:07:53 GMT -8
Echoes clapped in excitement when the gem communicated with him.
"Ohhh. She was a water spirit bound to a gem to serve who ever possessed it! Oh, something shifts in the spell form! She can choose a master now fascinating, fascinating."
Echoes hums to himself, he makes a little gesture a blue light construct of the gem appears. Another gesture and walls of text start to appear, soon the entire room is filled with floating blue runes.
"Look at it all! Reuna, this the magic of the old gods, and I understand it now!"
Echoes looks like a kid in a candy store, as he spins around looking at the text.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 18:47:37 GMT -8
The pulse of magic that caused her wards to shimmer and very nearly destabilize made her eyes widen with alarm, and the disembodied voice that followed caused her jaw to drop. It took quite a bit to surprise the sorceress, but Reuna was absolutely flummoxed by this turn of events. A spirit that could Choose someone was all she gathered from that.. at least until Echoes spoke. She managed to close her mouth, but she still looked a little shell-shocked by this turn of events.
"..The Old Gods, hm? And a summon spirit that can now choose her master, but once could not..." Her head turned, shifting her gaze from Echoes to the gem. No wonder she hadn't been able to tell what was going on with the gem, or how to wake it from its dormant state. Divine magic. For all her skills, that was outside Reuna's capabilities. "..Fascinating, indeed. It seems that my plan to place it within the main hall is no longer strictly necessary."
She hesitated, then continued, idly tapping a fingertip against one of her rings, her nail making a soft click noise against the smooth onyx set into silver. "However... I think that if this spirit is now able to choose its master, we should provide it with that chance. So, I believe I shall move it to the main hall posthaste, and give both the spirit, and those of the Academy, the opportunity." She looked at Echoes, arching a brow. "What do you think, Echoes?"
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 19:21:26 GMT -8
Echoes continues to stare in wonder at what he is seeing. "I think that..." Echoes pops out of existence, he is gone for a long moment before he returns to the room. In his hands is a sword, its blade is made of a blue crystal and its power warps the very air of the room. It is just as powerful as the presence in the gem, perhaps even more so as the weapon seems to be made for destruction.  "...I CAN CREATE GODLY ARTIFACTS!" Echoes swings the sword around, like a child playing with a stick. His smile is innocent and child like. He stops and holds it out to Reuna. "Look, look! It's the kind of sword a god wields! You can level a building with a swing! It magnifies destructive magic ten fold, and it's completely indestructible. I even included an enchantment so only people I want to can touch it!" Echoes is seems to be like a puppy, offering up a favorite toy. |
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 20:14:10 GMT -8
Echoes disappearing was nothing new. What surprised her was his return. The sheer power emanating from the blade in his hands terrified her. She threw up her hands, palms toward him, casting a barrier that not only protected her, but also reinforced the wards around her office, the action causing her sleeves to slide back and reveal the scars wringing her wrists. Those amethyst eyes narrowed at him as he swung the godly sword about, and Reuna looked for all the world like a disapproving parent. "Echoes, be careful with that thing!"
She was now starting to regret letting him access the gem. She probably could've found out about the spirit without his help. And now a time mage, with all the instability inherent in that area of magic, could make godly artifacts. What in the name of all the planes had she just unleashed upon this unsuspecting world? Calming herself with a deep breath, she fixed her gaze on that of Echoes, trying to connect with him once more. "..Echoes. I understand, this is a very amazing achievement. But please don't go forging and swinging about godly weapons, especially not within the Academy. You'll frighten the students. ..Honestly, you're frightening me, a little."
Reuna hated admitting that. Not much frightened her. But this? She was genuinely worried, and scared.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 20:40:17 GMT -8
"Oh."
Echoes blinks in surprise at Reuna's words. Suddenly all his enthusiasm vanishes, his shoulders slump, and his expression turns dejected. He throws the sword towards a wall, and it vanishes.
"Sorry, I was so excited, I didn't even pay attention to your reactions."
Echoes sighs, and gestures to the silver orb which was still filling the room with runes. It floats down and he shrinks and pockets it.
"I should think, why do I not think. All this power, all this knowledge, and still mistake after mistake."
Echoes wraps his arms around himself and start muttering to himself.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 21:43:53 GMT -8
Reuna winced at Echoes' reaction. She hadn't meant to upset him. But she knew what godly artifacts - specifically, god-like weapons - could do. She had seen an entire island shattered into no more than pebbles by the careless actions of someone with the weapon of a god in their hands. The ripple from that devastation had caused a tidal wave that had wiped out an entire seaside metropolis and changed the coastline of a nation. The image of that ruin was forever burned into her mind. Lowering her shield when he cast away the sword, she approached him slowly.. not in fear, but to give him plenty of time to leave, if he so chose.
If he stayed, her arms would slowly wrap around him, one hand guiding his head to rest on her shoulder. It remained there, in a protective gesture, while her other hand gently stroked his back. A soft shushing noise was heard from her as she embraced him, trying to soothe the time mage. "Shhh... It's alright, Echoes. This is why you have friends. Everyone has times when they need someone to keep them on the right path. I, too, have strayed into the darkness.. and not always did I have someone to bring me back to the light." Her eyes closed, and she lightly petted his hair, her actions natural, instinctive, like a mother trying to comfort a child. "I will be here to guide you when you need it, my friend. Worry not."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 22:05:00 GMT -8
Echoes doesn't leave, but neither does he seem to respond to the hug. He is stiff and un-moving, absent-mindedly rubbing his left arm.
"I learn so much, but never my lesson. I always act, never consider. I never was, they never were. I never was, they never were. I never was, they never were..."
The repeats this last sentence over, and over. He shudders once, and slowly slides out of her embrace and to his knees. He isn't crying, but it seems like he should be, the anguish on his face is a palpable force. He rubs his hands against his temple, like he has a headache. Then suddenly he smashes his head into the ground, and vanishes.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 22:27:45 GMT -8
Her heart clenched, hearing the man stuck in such a sorrowful loop. Gods damn it all to the nine hells. Why hadn't she refused to let him scan the sapphire? All of this could have been avoided. When he sank to the floor, she was quick to follow, kneeling next to him, her hands on his shoulders. Her gaze searched his face, almost frantic, trying hard to reconnect with the man. "Echoes, please, calm down, it's al--"
And then, he was gone. The sudden loss of his presence caused her to suddenly tumble forward, her hands shooting out to hit the floor and keep her from falling completely over. With a sound of frustration, she smacked the floor with one palm. Damn it!" A venomous glare was aimed toward the sapphire, sitting so innocently on its stand. "This is all your fault!"
Reuna hadn't shed a tear since the last time Crulamin disappeared, but now, suspicious moisture filled her eyes as she tried to wrest her suddenly unstable emotions under control. This was precisely why she tried not to care about people! It ended in nothing but pain, for everyone involved. Furiously wiping away the traces of saline from her amethyst hues, she pushed herself to her feet, grabbed the table and stand that the sapphire was resting on, and swept angrily out of her office. This thing was going in the main hall, where the bloody spirit could choose whoever it damn well pleased. She was officially washing her hands of the cursed object.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 16:58:56 GMT -8
Hurried strides led Reuna into her office with the basket at her back, and once she was inside, she closed, locked, and warded the door behind her. Taking a seat at one of the tables that held her bookbinding supplies, Reuna wordlessly cast a spell to begin repairing the books most likely to fall apart first. As it worked to carefully restore structural integrity of the pages, the bits of leather and bookbinding thread she had laying about sprung into action, re-binding each book and stitching the covers to the spine, and the spine to the pages.
That done, she focused her attention on the apparent essay on spiritual practices and their interactions with time magic that she held in her hands. This one received a more personal touch, the light caress of her fingers actively restoring the pages while she carefully removed the burned cover and selected a new bit of leather to replace it. The deep, elegant purple would look quite nice with the title impressed upon it in gold leaf, she mused. This book she stitched together herself, by hand, pausing only to strengthen the pages once more and put some vitality back into the ink. With the new cover secured and the title embossed on the front once more, she applied a quick warding spell to protect the tome from future damage, then decided to indulge her curiosity. Clearly, someone or something wanted her to read this book, and so she would.
Cracking open the pages, she settled in to read while her magic worked upon the remaining books from most urgent to least urgent, the random flick of her fingers re-energizing the spell and keeping it going at a steady pace. Entirely an instinctive gesture, as her gaze and thoughts were focused upon the words she was reading.
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 17:33:13 GMT -8
Once the text had been restored, she would find that the leather bindings were originally bright red, and the pages were a subtle tan. The handwriting was legible, though unusually rigid and straight, almost as if the author had never adapted a stylistic flair to her writing. Her words however were another matter.
The book started with a preface:
I dedicate this text to my dear professor. Life in this strange city hasn't been easy. The people can be xenophonic and judgmental, and the students are mostly upper class and snooty. However, you've always done your best to treat everyone with an equal amount of respect and kindness, and for that I thank you.
The opening paragraph read like this.
There are many questions concerning the use of temporal magic. It is said that one should never alter one's own timeline, and for the most part this is a tested and true statement. However, many other esoteric, untestable moral quandaries arise when one considers the ramifications of the existence of the human soul, as well as the celestial plane on a quantum level. This is a controversial matter which many do not wish to discuss, but I feel it is necessary to discuss how these moral implications would be approached by different cultures should the use of temporal magic ever become wide spread.
Beneath this paragraph would be a little note. "Be very careful who you show this to."
The thesis would contain several chapters on the spiritual beliefs of many different people, from the Phoenix State to Atlanticus, to the orcs of the Nokari to Medan, and how temporal magic would be adopted by each of these cultures should it ever exist.
The final chapter did not mention a specific culture, but it was heavily implied that the author was referring to her own beliefs.
The single greatest moral quandary which could be created by the use of temporal magic is the supposed eradication of the soul from a timeline. There are many hidden tribes of people in the East which embrace the concept of reincarnation and the immutability of the soul. For them, souls leaving the physical realm cannot be touched, cannot be changed, and cannot be destroyed without the authority of the creator god. No magic may interfere with the soul's existence, and its journey from one life to the next is the most sacred rights protected by all divine laws. For this reason, one would suppose that time magic should be completely outlawed in these cultures, as anything that threatens the very existence of a soul should be met with the swiftest of censure.
However, there exists yet another possibility which would depend largely on the true nature of the universe. If the existence of different timelines only permeated the mortal realm and not the spiritual realm, the immutable home of immutable souls, then it is quite possible that souls and divine beings exist outside of space-time, and that temporal magic would, in the worst case, only result in the supposed "death" of an individual erased from existence. The soul would simply exit the time-line, no different than any other death. Likewise, a soul that is created via a different time-line is simply being born.
The reason why this is the most controversial of all scenarios is that the existence of souls outside normal time and space, combined with this belief in immutable souls and reincarnation, suggests that all of time and space as we know it is predestined, and that a soul enters life (or a timeline) knowing what it is going to experience. This actually fits in perfectly with the Eastern Tribes and their beliefs, for they believe that every lifetime is about experiencing life lessons and growing and developing. Thus there is no quandary. However, this may present grave problems for those of different spiritual inclinations, as has been discussed in previous chapters.
At the bottom of this page is another note. "Whatever you do, do not show anyone this page."
Should Reuna continue to the end of the text, she would find one final note written in green ink:
A-. As usual you demonstrate a sophisticated writing style, though I still advise you to watch the run-on sentences and always remember to maintain focus. You also need to address your habit of mixing up certain pronouns. It's unbecoming of someone your grade level. However, my gravest concern is that you are expressing beliefs which, while you are entitled to, also put you in danger from other students who's spiritual beliefs are much more zealous. Recently we've had students from the Phoenix State who are worshipers of Amun-Ra who, as you know, excel in their work, but are extremely arrogant.
Just be careful. You are one of my favorite students, and you are one semester away from graduation. I want to see you with all your limbs intact come graduation day.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 17:59:30 GMT -8
As Reuna read the text within her hand, an idea began to form in her mind. One that was growing more and more appealing with every word she processed in her not-inconsiderable brain. By the time she finished, she had tucked the thumbnail of her free hand into her mouth and was idly chewing on it. Snapping the book shut, she stared at the cover for a few moments, pondering. This presented many ideas, but also raised many questions. The most prevalent was, of course, who or what had drawn her attention to this book? Reuna had a suspicion on that front, but of course, there was only one way to prove it. Or disprove it. Tapping the spine of the book idly against her shoulder, she raised her violet eyes to the surrounding room.
"You know, I've met spirits in the past. Usually malevolent ones, but not always. Sometimes it's just the lingering essence of a person who wants to see their life's work completed... I can't tell if that's you, and if it is, if you just want to see your theories proven correct in the restoration of a mortal soul to a body, or if you know someone who this would apply to. Regardless, I have my suspicions, and if it's quite alright with you, I'm going to present this to someone who would benefit greatly from its knowledge."
She hesitated, wondering if she was just certifiably insane or if there actually was a spirit present. Either way, she continued, her voice softer and brimming with sadness. "..If you meant for me to give this to him, I thank you. He's been through much, and at least one of us deserves a little happiness." With that said, she removed the ward across her door and unlocked it, then stood. Almost anxiously, the sorceress tapped the book against her palm, before calling out to the resident time mage, Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént. "Echoes? Can you hear me? If so.. please, I need to speak with you." She hadn't seen her colleague - no, her friend - since that night at her tower.. no telling what state he'd been in since then. Gods knew Reuna herself had been an absolute mess. She was still riddled with sorrow, but she was getting better.. very slowly.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:12:35 GMT -8
Echoes pops into existence, smiling his perplexed smile. For a moment, it could almost be believed the events at the tower had been forgotten, at least for him. In his hands is two plates of cake, and he bustles into the room, setting one down for Reuna. He busy's himself poking around examining things. If Reuna is observant she would notice why he isn't sitting. He is trying to hide the phial of silver tears around his neck, the dimness of his eyes, the shaking of his hands.
"Hello Reuna, it's was good to see you."
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:17:12 GMT -8
Reuna would receive no response to her inquiry, nor would be able to sense a presence. The spirit's existence was much fainter than that of a normal ghost.
Echoes on the other hand might (emphasis on might) sense a very feint temporal distortion in the room. The anomaly would be small and spherical.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:26:39 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Echoes, Reuna was very astute, and the minute signs of his distress did not escape her attention. Fortunately, she had far too much tact to say anything about it. But she wasn't going to let him just bustle around and act like everything was fine. Stopping him in his poking around, she placed a hand on his shoulder and tugged insistently until he finally turned to face her. Once he did, she handed the book to him, turned so that he could see the lettering of the title on the front. "I think you should read this. And then you should seek out someone who can speak to spirits. Tell them your story. Ask them to help you speak to your childrens' souls. Find a way to restore them to physical bodies."
Despite the sadness in her eyes, they remained dry, even as she pulled back and turned away from him. Moving to the lone window in her office, she looked out on the Academy grounds. "And don't argue with me. You may not be able to get your wife back, but you can at least have your children. If anyone in this room should get back the people they love, it's you." Resting her hand on the windowsill, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and suppress the sorrow that threatened to drown her even now. She would always love her Tiefling. But she had accepted that she was never going to see him again. She would have to try and find her happiness elsewhere, now.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:33:11 GMT -8
There was something in the room, a temporal ghost those where rare, interesting. When Echoes is handed the book he stares at it for a long moment. In an instant the words are absorbed, every line, ever letter, memorized. He drops the book recoiling from it in horror.
"Nononononononononononononononono..."
Echoes bites his knuckles, hard, strange blue blood seeps from between his teeth. This was hope. He didn't deserve hope, they were gone, he wasn't supposed to get them back. An impossible price, for impossible power. He curls into a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth.
"What do I do? What did I do? What have I done?"
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:42:17 GMT -8
The anomaly unfortunately is unable to provide any comfort. Its existence is so weak even a medium would have difficulty detecting it.
The ghost is however, genuinely surprised that Echoes can sense its presence at all. This gave it an idea.
The presence drifted through the air and settled on the stand where Reuna's blue sapphire originally lay.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 18:44:24 GMT -8
Hearing Echoes' response, Reuna raised her hand, pressing her fingertips to her brow. She should have known he was going to react this way. Turning away from the window as she opened her eyes, she moved over to where the book had fallen to the floor, and picked it up, placing it on the nearest table. Her gaze fell to Echoes, where he was huddled on the floor, and she placed her hand lightly atop his head. Her fingers threaded gently through his hair, stroking it much as a mother would that of a distraught child. "You made a mistake, Echoes. But now, you have the chance to correct it. You need to do this. Not just for yourself, but for them. If there is a chance, you have to take it. You have to at least try. You owe it to them."
Unable to accurately detect the spirit, Reuna was, of course, unaware of its activities.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 19:00:43 GMT -8
Echoes snaps out of his panic. Lunging across the room to where the presence is.
"What was this spirit! Why was it tormenting me, I tried! Dammit, I tried to make things right. Why now? Why would it work this time?"
He doesn't realize he is muttering this aloud. He raises his force for his next words though.
"I didn't make as mistake Reuna, I am the mistake!"
The spirit was faint, but it did not know him.
"I am an echo, the last thoughts of a man who never existed, clinging to a form that never was. I could spit in the face of the gods, because they couldn't even see me do it. I am the discontinued man!"
From his robe comes silver spheres, not just one as he normally uses but three.
"Everything was in threes."
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 19:16:59 GMT -8
The distortion would dance around the pedestal with incredible fervor. Then it would waft its way over to one of the orbs and hover around the one lowest to the ground. Then it would waft way from her towards Reuna. A few seconds later another anomaly would appear, even fainter than before, so faint this time even Echoes would have trouble seeing it. It however would only exist for the briefest of seconds before disappearing into nowhere. The one remaining anomaly would start to frantically dance around the room. At this point, Reuna might hear a very faint voice in her ear, like that of a small child. Daddy! With that, the temporal distortion would disappear. Even Echoes wouldn't be able to sense it anymore. Reuna would also sense nothing, but would suddenly feel a tad weaker than normal, as if she had been drained of energy. It was nothing permanent however. |
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 19:41:45 GMT -8
Reuna winced, retracting her hand and tucking both of them into the voluminous sleeves of her robes. She could understand why Echoes was so upset, but she was trying to help him. Couldn't he see that? "If there is a spirit, I suspect it's the author of that essay, and that they're trying to help your children. You are not a mistake. You are a man who made some bad choices, and you have paid for them. But so have your children. You may consider yourself deserving of this punishment, but they are not."
Reuna paused and inhaled unsteadily, struggling with tears. She would give anything to have a child, Crulamin's child, something of her lost love. She had come close, once, but Fate had seen to it that tiny life was lost before it could be born. If she'd brought that child into the world, and lost it the way he had lost his, she would rend the cosmos itself into pieces to get it back. How could he not feel the same? Before she could so much as open her mouth to say something to that effect, she heard a tiny whisper in her ear. She gasped, hands flying up to cover her mouth, and whipped her head around to look at the source of the voice. She couldn't see it, of course, which frustrated her. Gesturing wildly to the space near her ear, she spoke with passion.
"Did you hear that? No matter. I know I wouldn't be the one addressed as 'Daddy', Echoes. Your children want to be by your side once more! What further proof do you need?" Her energy suddenly waned, and she sagged against the nearby table, barely holding herself upright, her voice weak and exhausted. "If you do not do this thing, then I will. Your children were innocent, and you are a good man with a good heart; I won't rest until I see them returned to you." Turning away, she staggered toward the door that connected to her tower, intent on scrying for an elementalist or shaman, but grew dizzy from the lack of energy and listed against a bookcase, a hand pressed to her spinning head.
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