Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 29, 2017 20:45:20 GMT -8
Once Jun got the feathers out of her face, she immediately noticed the hesitation in Keph. She suddenly felt a little guilty, and it showed with an apologetic expression. Why had she been so eager to duel a child? Perhaps it was the stress getting to her from that mission...
While rubbing Blackbean's feathers just behind the neck, in that one spot that birds can't reach, she explained, "Oh, well, if you want, it doesn't have to be a serious confrontation. We can treat it more like an examination, where I give you some spells to deal with. Or we could do something a bit more creative, like play a game. But for that, I need a better idea of what you and Rara can do. Of course, out of fairness, I'll tell you what I can do too." She smiled warmly. "So what will it be?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Nov 29, 2017 20:57:53 GMT -8
"Keph is fine with whatever miss Jun decides. He holds the leash, so he'd never allow it to get out of hand, but Rara can still get a bit carried away when it involves magic."
Keph took a deep breathe before taking quite a few steps back putting in quite a bit of distance between the two. Right, it had been a while since he'd done this; usually he'd never really do this, Rara would come out of its own accord to protect him it was an uncommon situation in his life when he was the one actually tugging it into the world. Yet, maybe she could help him learn a bit more about its otherworldly companion?
"If Rara does get overly excited, cut off its supply from magic." It was clear that in this new message Keph was referring to anti-magic, even if he did not know the proper term for such abilities. Again, Keph took a deep breathe calming him down, his nervousness palpable before Keph's mere presence started to fade. He was still there but he didn't feel entirely there and was quickly feeling less there... and then suddenly he wasn't.
There was no puff of smoke, no interesting display of effects, one moment Keph was there now that was...
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 29, 2017 21:20:08 GMT -8
Whatever that was it was linked to Keph and many would probably not shy away from calling it horrifying, grotesque, simply wrong. Yet oddly enough, the young lad had formed an amiable relationship with whatever this beast was... or rather whatever this was a part of. This was clearly not all of Rara yet all of Rara could never truly come into this world which lacked the far more intensely magical atmosphere that it required to sustain its impossibly large form. But that didn't matter...
What was before Jun, a sort of avatar of Rara was no doubt grotesque, it was difficult to describe what exactly she was witnessing due to the chaotic, amorphous form it was. Yet, it appeared to be putting in some effort to look "presentable". Soon enough, the constantly shifting blob of shadows and ink took the form of something liberally resembling an octopus, the amount of limbs it had constantly growing and decreasing in number. It formed a bulbous mass in the "centre" which might resemble a head somewhat, and a huge maw which released an ominous, orange hue was pointed at Jun.
...that maw appeared to be some sort of eye? Not that it couldn't see Jun without it but it could see her better or more specifically her magical aura. The gaze was oddly... nothing new. She might've felt a second "pair of eyes" staring at her from behind Keph's and this is clearly what it was. It stayed where it was (or well did its best to as its form continued to shift even when as stable as it could make itself), eyeing Jun with a certain level of... curiosity?
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 29, 2017 21:40:34 GMT -8
"OH! OKAY! UH!" Jun backed up and looked around frantically. There was also a loud caw as Blackbean hopped next to Jun and extended his wings, making himself appear bigger.
Perhaps she should have mentioned that she intended for the demonstration to take place in a sort of training room within the Enclave!
To any nearby mages who suddenly beheld the creature, Jun would turn to them and yell, "It's ok! Don't panic! It's a friend of mine!"
Although her initial reaction was fright, she quickly calmed down and started to examine the bizarre beast, its inky blackness, its bizarre ocular structure, the way it seemed to feed on the magic around it. Yes, she could sense a pull, but it wasn't a malicious pull. The creature didn't angrily hoard the magic around it. Instead, the pull was slow and steady, almost like a feeding animal. The entity seemed to need ambient magical energy in order to sustain itself. By extension, this meant that the creature wasn't as adapted to living in this realm as the other two void entities she had met, Xel'rath (who only ate things when it felt like it) and Grandma (who could actually produce magic on par with the greatest of sorceresses). Perhaps this creature, as far as void creatures go, was relatively young? A sort of void child? Maybe even an infant? Is that why it was willing to form a genuine friendship with a young boy from another realm?
She assessed and hypothesized all this this quickly while taking a step to the side, tilting her head to get a better look at the entity from a different angle. Her hands were raised reassuringly.
"So, you're Rara... Hi. My name is Jun... I'm not gonna hurt you... Although I'll kindly ask that you don't hurt me either. Heh."
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 29, 2017 21:58:32 GMT -8
Yes. Maybe Jun should've mentioned that... then again Keph could be a fairly hasty fellow. For some reason, he had just assumed that all the mages walking in-and-out of the tower would be just fine with an abomination popping out of nowhere and it probably did cause a bit of concern. Hopefully, Jun's warning would keep everything in check.
As Jun eyed the being, it eyed her back - it even began to move. Its movement was as weird as everything else about it, for one it was acting more like mist in that it hovered just inches from the ground with its movement appearing to lack any and all weight.
Squish, squish, squish...
The creature performed a quick swirling motion, akin to something that an aquatic being might do to project itself through the sea...
Squish, squish, squish...
The maw shifted along its form, looking around itself at the several magic-heavy individuals around it while it approached Jun...
Squish, squish, squish...
The cracks... they were sort of like... gills, but for magic. It was obvious that if it wanted it could be sucking out a lot more magic out of the air around it, granted it'd be questionable how much more it'd really get as while there were plenty of magical individuals, the air there itself might not be very unique when it came to its magical concentration.
Squish, squish, squish...
Finally, the creature was right in front of Jun dwarfing her in size, again the maw shifted along its body to a lower portion of its 'form' to stare directly at Jun's face. A new tentacle (among many others) sprouted, both dripping ink, while flames flickered upwards from its surface, then it pointed to the tower behind her... it was clear that Rara was an intelligent being, if it were mindless it wouldn't have made such a display... and more importantly wouldn't have restrained itself from doing something stupid like launching itself at the mages around it.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 29, 2017 22:41:21 GMT -8
Jun maintained a calm, appeasing tone. "Ok, ok, I see. You want to go there. Umm, ok, but I need you to do me a favor. Hold on." Jun reached into her bag of scrolls once again and pulled out another scroll. This scroll contained a very complex, concentric sigil which was far more skillfully executed than the crude drawing she had made earlier. Rara would sense a vast source of magical energy in that scroll. She rolled it out on the stone step and, with her quill, started writing some sort of rune formula around it.
If Rara got a little too excited and lunged forward, Jun would throw her hand up at it and say "Wait! Wait now!" with the tone of a stern parent.
"Ok, if I try to bring you into the Enclave, some people might get scared, especially if they feel you sucking the magic out of everything. So I'm gonna give you a little something to chew on."
Jun took something else from her pack, a small pouch of seeds. She took some of the seeds and placed them in various spots around the glyph. Their exact purpose was a mystery. But the seeds seem to cling to the paper as if by static.
"Ok, done." She put her ink and quill away and held the scroll up in the air in front of Rara. Then she let go. Oddly, the scroll didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it hovered in the air. Rara would now sense a thin, but steady, stream of magic being released into the air. "You can feed on that for now," Jun said warmly, feeling like she had just prepared a bottle of warm milk for a babe.
"Ok, follow me. And uh..." Jun looked around at all the tentacles. "Try not to knock anything over." Jun would start walking up the steps, looking back at the void entity to see if it followed. The scroll floated just between then, the glyph glowing a soft blue and the seeds still clinging on.
As for Blackbean, he sensed that they were going into a place with doors, and so his form shrunk down to that of a regular crow, which fluttered over to Jun's shoulder and sat. He sat backwards though, so he could continue watching the void creature, which he'd need time to get used to.
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 30, 2017 16:02:59 GMT -8
Whatever it was that Jun had just pulled out of her bag, it didn't appear to shake Rara much. It didn't make a move, instead it just "stood" there watching as she pulled the scroll out. It could sense the magic pouring out from it, but if it was going to pounce anything it would've already pounced all of the succulent mages around it...
Even as Jun explained the whys and whats of what she was exactly doing, Rara appeared to barely react if it reacted at all, not showing any sign that it cared or maybe even that it understood her, granted so far it seemed pretty likely that it did understand her.
As the mage had finally finished her task and the scroll began to hover, Rara immediately morphed into a blob with no real distinct features unlike its previous form which loosely resembled a Cephalopod. The cracks which previous emanated red light had faded and been hidden from sight. Instead, only its maw remained releasing that creepy, orange glow. Seeing as the cracks were what it used to suck magic from the air around it, it was obvious what it was doing. Now, only its maw sucked the magic out of the scroll at a controlled pace - it'd appear that its 'maw' had the ability to devour magic in a concentrated manner unlike those 'gills' of its.
The blob hovered only an inch above the ground, following Jun into the tower. The lack of tentacles made its form appear far more compact and less dangerous, yet it was no less odd to see what appeared to be a ball made of chaotic energies following the mage with a glowing mouth which might've been better suited for a jack o'lantern.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 30, 2017 18:05:37 GMT -8
As Jun led the strange creature into the Enclave, she felt very much like she was visiting a library with a large dog in tow, something you generally weren't supposed to do.
And in a lot of ways, this was precisely what she was doing as they passed through the great doors and gained a view of the rotunda. Jun hoped the floating scroll she had given Rara was enough to distract him from the massive amounts of magical energy it would be surrounded by, mostly in the form of dozens of mages walking back and forth between the various hallways. In addition to the mages (who came in all shapes, sizes, and races, though mostly human), there were many, many bookshelves spread out along the outer edge of the rotunda in rows, with random intervals to walk through.
Before they could actually enter said rotunda, Jun showed her Sun Marshall badge to the guards at the gate.
"..."
"I know. I'm its chaperone. It's something of a dignitary. It won't be in our realm for too long, I promise. I take full responsibility for him."
"..."
"Don't stare. Its kind considers that very rude."
"..."
When they finally entered the rotunda, Jun looked around, excited. "I don't come here often enough. This place is actually very interesting." Blackbean squawked in agreement. "This room is filled with magical books, mostly reference materials and such. There are also some apparatus to help with magic studies. Below us are Isra's archives. Most of the tower above is filled with magical rooms for research, experimentation, and training. We should probably take the semi-magic elevators. I don't like stairs any more than Keph does and you might make the teleporting platforms malfunction."
Jun lead them through a straight path between some of the bookshelves, where Rara would get a better look at some of the objects. Indeed, it wasn't just books, but scrolls, strange crystals, glyphs carved in stone, and about a dozen other types of fascinating, esoteric things. "You can't see it from here, but sections of these bookshelves form a sort of maze. If you can sense magic it's much easier to navigate. An ordinary person might get stuck for a few minutes though. I think it's a sort of security feature." At the end of the path was a doorway with a brass covering, that led to a very tiny room lined with glyphs. The room was just small enough for Jun and Rara to fit in (along with a very confused and frightened little witch who magically disappeared inside her hat upon seeing the creature). "She'll come out eventually. Anyways..." She seemed to look up at nowhere in particular. "Training Room B please."
The brass gate closed, and the floor they were on lurched as they started moving up further into the tower. Their front view was mostly filled with stone, but periodically opened up into a hallways with various wizards and witches walking about. Finally they came to the last hallway, where they were released. The hallway had various labeled rooms. The mages walking up and down here were far more intimidating looking than the others; many of them had complex looking armor and adorned ornate staffs.
"Hat lady will be fine. Come on." Jun would lead them down the hallway, nodding politely to the mages who made eye contact. The mages nodded back and did not seem interested in crossing the two (Jun had a reputation among them). They stopped at Training Room B. She opened the door.
"Welp, here we are. Feel free to float around a bit." The room was large, about the size of a basketball court. The lower half of the walls, as well as the floors, were padded with a bouncy white material, like a gym. The lighting from various crystals on the upper walls had a strong purple hue. Near the entrance was a variety of complex looking glyphs which glowed a brilliant blue. Rara would sense there was magic everywhere, but of a subtle kind.
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 30, 2017 19:09:32 GMT -8
Rara followed along as silently as it could while being an amorphous blob of chaotic goo. For now, the floating scroll was working just fine and the being appeared fine with cooperating. At no point did it really even appear like it was going to do anything else than simply follow along with Jun through the extensive hallways of the Enclave.
Rara moved when Jun moved, stopped when she stopped, and this kept going for quite a while. Even as Jun went into extensive explanation about the building and attempted to have a conversation with the being, it didn't really react at all, simply continuing the effort of follow her to wherever they were going. Not even the adorned mages or the witch would make it "blink". Its 'maw' was still pointed at the scroll in front of it, feeding off of its essence.
Finally, it appeared they had arrived at their destination. It followed Jun into the large, white room. Immediately as it entered, its form reverted to the one it had before it had entered the Enclave; the 'cracks' again formed all along its form allowing it to seep in magic from its surroundings and see all around it. Tentacles began to lash out, forming, dissolving, and reforming constantly. It didn't bother 'floating' around or really exploring the room, instead it just "stood" there, staring at Jun with its 'maw'.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 30, 2017 19:44:53 GMT -8
"Alright big guy. So let's see... So, I wasn't clear on what exactly you can do. So how about this? I'll give you some tasks, and we'll see what you make of them. And don't feel bad if you can't do any of them. The fact that you're a giant blob monster that eats magic is kind of impressive enough as it is."
Jun stretched out her hand to the glyphs behind her. They light up a brilliant blue. Arcane energy swirled into the room, forming pools of energy all around them. When the energy faded away, there were several objects scattered about on the padded floor.
"A burning log. Try to put the flames out without touching them. A small stone pillar. Try to shatter it without using physical strength. A bucket of water. Take the water out without touching the bucket. A broken vase. Try to fix it in less than five seconds. A healthy flower. Kill the flower without touching it. A dying flower. Try to make it healthy again. A thin wire. Burn it, but without fire."
Jun smirked. "Not to be competitive but, I can do all of them. Hehe."
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
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Post by Rara on Nov 30, 2017 20:43:51 GMT -8
Rara stared, stared, and continued to stare... did it do anything BUT just sit there and stare? It was at least clear that it was listening, while the 'maw' appeared to be centred on Jun, the cracks sort of appeared to be moving in manners to allow it to stare at the several pieces and challenges Jun had given it. Never the less, at this point it sort of seemed like Keph might've been exaggerating a bit about this Rara figure.
Now, it took a while, but Jun had finally finished giving the beast its tasks... and it would solve them splendidly...
The cracks opened, wider than before, causing far more magic to slip into its form. Its 'maw', which was able to far more efficiently consume magic aimed itself at the living flower... and then it consumed... the flower rapidly deteriorated, dying fairly quickly, but it didn't stop there as Rara continued to consume until the object itself was broken down to its core and completely consumed all the while Rara was very clearly getting bigger and bigger it would only manage to grow about half of the size it already was, sadly the air around it and the object didn't contain enough magical essence to really allow it to sustain a larger form, and with the flower gone (one of the source's of its increased size) it'd no doubt begin to shrink to a size that'd allow the magical essence surrounding it to sustain it... but it wasn't really thinking of keeping that increased form.
Rara moved most of that mass to its bulbous "head", its maw stretching out wide, horrifically wide, and then the orange glow began to glow to the point that it was blinding. A loud, deafening electrical noise suddenly sounded out as a beam of energy fired from its 'maw'!
BZZZZZZT...
...the burning log... gone... it began to turn while the beam continued to fire at full force...
Squish, squish, squish... BZZZZZZT...
...the stone pillar... gone... it continued to turn...
Squish, squish, squish... BZZZZZZT...
...the water bucket, the broken vase, the dying flower, the thin wire... all gone...
Finally, the beam thinned and faded away. There was no sign that those objects were ever even there and unless the walls were made to suppress magic it'd be likely that they too suffered quite a bit of damage. The deafening roar of the beam finally ceased; Rara was now smaller than it was even before consuming all that magic, it was still enormous, but it was clear that it used its very form to power that ability...
...Rara stared at Jun with its open maw, the glow dimming to its original luminosity.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 30, 2017 21:19:50 GMT -8
Jun's jaw dropped as the creature unleashed the Eldritch beam of doom. The beam did indeed cut into the wall, revealing a layer of glowing rock underneath the padding. But interestingly, the padding began to regenerate, bubbling up like milk before solidifying once again.
When Rara was done, Jun looked back at the glowing eye, slightly unnerved. "That... was... SO COOL!" Jun jumped up and down like a gitty school girl. "And I mean, echem, you know, five out of seven ain't bad." She grinned. "And I mean, that definitely gives me an idea of what you can do. Oh, here, I did say I was gonna show you what I can do."
Jun once again raised her hands towards the glyphs behind her, and the same objects appeared once again, as if they had never been vaporized.
"It's not as entertaining as your method but..." First she raised her hand towards the bucket of water. The water started to levitate out of the bucket as an amorphous, clear mass. She released it over the fiery log, which was doused with a hiss. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the stone pillar simply shattered on its own. Her hand sparked and crackled, and the wire too started to crackle and spark until it glowed a bright orange. A few seconds later it gave a brilliant white flash and turned to ashes. She faced her palm towards the vase. "Vokrii." She said. The vase came together in a flash of light, good as new. She then raised her palm towards the healthy flower. An odd sort of green ether flowed out of it, and then entered the dying flower. The healthy flower dried up into a husk, and the dying flower's leaves and petals gained the same brilliant hues as the previous flower.
"Just so you don't lose respect for me." She winked. "I wanna try one more thing. Can you fire that beam again? Uh, raise one tentacle up for yes, two for no. If you can I'd like to see how strong it is with a special target. If not, I'd like to talk to Keph again."
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 30, 2017 22:09:48 GMT -8
Unsurprisingly, Rara didn't react much to Jun's excitement and flattery it just continue to stare as its limbs motioned about and its body went about it usual, eldritch functions. It did however, appear to closely observe Jun's demonstration of her own abilities, its 'maw' following the specific object she was affecting at every particular moment - what it was thinking as she performed her tricks was anyone's guess.
Now, Rara did appear to 'chime up' as much as such an impassive creature could on the suggestion of it using its beam on another, special target. While it had no issue pulling Keph back into the world, it first wanted to see what this special target was. Instead of answering as Jun wanted it to, its maw stretched further open and began to brighten up, it was clear it was readying itself but not yet firing the beam. So far, since it had last fired its beam it had steadily been regaining its mass by just devouring the surrounding magical essence and had managed to regain its original size.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Nov 30, 2017 22:28:22 GMT -8
Jun grinned. "Alright tough guy. Let's see if you can crack this."
She raised her both her hands in the air. Her hands emanated a great glow of light. At the other end of the training room began to materialize something big. It started with a matrix of light bars, clearly outlining a flat, octahedral gem. It was at least ten meters tall and wide, and about five meters thick. As Jun continued to pour light magic into it, the structure filled itself with an ethereal light. The more light she poured into it, the more defined the structure became until finally it resembled a solid, quartz rock with a bright, clean white glow. The object hummed violently, as did Jun's aura. It was clear she was beginning to show some of her true power!
"Give it everything you've got. I promise you won't hurt my feelings if you can break it. But that's a big if." She gestured her hand, towards it, welcoming her to take a crack at it.
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 17:48:07 GMT -8
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Post by Rara on Nov 30, 2017 22:55:23 GMT -8
The loud, roaring electrical noise again sounded out as the powerful blast flew out hitting the shield straight on. The beam would refract as it hits the barriers, breaking up into several beams were projected in different directions, slamming and damaging the inside of the room as Rara continued to recklessly release its chaotic energies. Yet, it wouldn't give up, even as it was quickly losing mass, second after second the beam continued to slam into the rock hard barrier until Rara's size would start to be incapable of firing such a powerful beam and it began to thin and thin until the being finally stopped.
At this point, Rara was barely larger than your average dog, yet this would quickly change as in frustration it launched itself through the air spiraling rapidly towards the barrier. Again, its 'maw' would open aimed at the barrier and when it was finally in reach it began to devour its energies. Unsurprisingly, there was quite a lot of it; initially due to its small stature it was unable to consume much but as it grew from what it consumed, it'd manage to widen its 'maw' and consume more. This was a vicious cycle and the beast's growth only continued to quicken. At some point, Rara would cross over a threshold in which it was simply large enough that what was left of the barrier instantly vanished. This of course, was not a quick process and lasted about a minute - and what a minute it was.
It was needless to say that this was a true spectacle as the already horrifying creature began to fill the huge room with terrifying ease. At its peak, it could probably fill at least a quarter of the room with its size, no doubt by the end it'd resemble a wall of chaotic horror more than a cephalopod... but at least Rara had gotten quite a meal from all this.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 1, 2017 12:45:31 GMT -8
Jun would be lying if she said she didn't take some pride in her spell's ability to deflect the beam. But then the creature started eating the octohedron.
"Uh, should I be stopping this?"
Rara barely made a dent.
"I don't know if I should be stopping this."
Rara actually makes a dent and starts to grow bigger.
"I feel like I should be stopping this."
Rara is halfway done and is the size of a large elephant.
"I probably should have stopped this."
Rara finishes eating the spell and is now the size of a small dragon.
Jun stood staring for a few seconds, expecting a loud burping sound. When the burp didn't come, she stepped forward to get a better look at the creature from the side. I'm beginning to think this thing isn't an infant.
She put her hands on her hips. "Well, now there's that too... Keph won't mind that you put on some weight, will he? Where is he anyway? Can I talk to him?"
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Rara
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: Its form was amorphous; its sleek form seemingly made out of ink; its form initially appearing to reflect no light as its 'hide' was as dark as the darkest of nights. Its body reaching maybe triple the size of your average, adult human male. On the surface, 'bubbles' of 'ink' form before popping into a visually startling display as the 'ink' bursts into shadowy 'flames' that rise upwards before fading from existence. Other times, these bubbles instead exude a more liquid 'shadow', which drips below the creature forming a brief puddle before this too is rejected and pushed out from the world, disappearing without a trace.
While its form is amorphous, it tended to prefer a more 'octopus-like' form; yet one could call its attempts to be a fairly liberal interpretation as the number of tentacles was constantly varying sometimes going far above the usual number of appendages and sometimes lacking them at all. Occasionally, the smaller tentacles would just burst into a pool of ink or 'flicker' away! Its form was definitely losing mass, but it somehow managed to maintain its size through some inexplicable mean. Of course, someone astute and knowledgeable enough might notice it was sucking magic from the its immediate proximity which kept its chaotic form somewhat stable.
Cracks, a sight that would feel far more at home on a rocky, sturdy surface than... this, would constantly form on its 'skin', exuding a bright red light - as as anyone's concerned these might as well lead to hell itself. Occasionally, it might form what could be considered a "head" although a 'central, bulbous mass' might be more adequate... when formed it might also form a 'maw' which exude a bright orange light instead of the typical red.
Unless it purposely kept itself under check, every time it made the slightest of motions a maddening cacophony of sounds erupted from it: the 'swirling ink'; the 'dripping shadows'; the 'flickering flames'; and lastly the violent, guttural 'slushing', a sound similar to what one might expect if they filled a bag with liquids of varying densities and shook it.
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Post by Rara on Dec 1, 2017 16:27:48 GMT -8
As Rara had finished consuming Jun's spell, it'd quickly begin to start losing mass as it was unable to sustain its current, huge size. Never the less, this wouldn't matter as it wouldn't stick around long enough for it to really matter. As Jun again requested Keph's presence Rara began to fade. Again, no clear visual signs but it felt lesser which would continue until it suddenly just vanished, replaced by its equal...
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Dec 1, 2017 16:32:41 GMT -8
Suddenly, bam, Keph! The young lad was back from who knows where, although he looked pretty woozy. He had to briefly even lean forward as he thought he was gonna hurl... it felt like he was never going to get used to this whole plane swapping ordeal. After making sure he wasn't going to paint the floor with this morning's meal, he turned back to Jun putting on the best smile he could while still feeling quite nauseous. The young lad waved at her, gave her a thumbs up, before feeling the need to sit down on the floor.
"Keph is back." He'd write with shaky hand.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 1, 2017 18:51:54 GMT -8
"Guess that takes a lot out of you, huh?" Jun grimaced sympathetically. She reached into her bag and pulled out a flask of water for Keph to drink. "It's just water." She added.
Blackbean landed on Keph's shoulder.
"Where did you go exactly? Are you possessed by Rara or do you two swap places? Because, I dunno. I might be able to figure out a way to make the transition easier on you."
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Dec 1, 2017 19:27:25 GMT -8
Keph nodded at Jun's question, taking deep breathes as he took the flask of water given to him. He had his own, but it was sadly empty. The water did help quite a bit, but never the less, he chose to now go from sitting down to lying down. The trip had really taken a lot out of him...
The young lad didn't mind the crow much as it rested on his shoulder. His eyes visibly concentrating on the sheet of paper, something a tad odd as he was usually capable of writing perfectly without even giving his writing a glance.
"Keph goes to Rara and Rara comes here. He never remembers where he goes, as it's a place not meant for him." The writings read a tad ominously.
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