Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Kalmuli]

arrow Market Ward--Adolescent of New Changes

The Adolescent scrunched her nose, but moved the book to open it up. The pages came to life, moving on their own as they flipped through and then stopped. The Adolescent's body was covered in a blue light that changed her form. The book was gone, but standing in front of them was just a shadow illusion of the real Lian who lay in the Ladies Ward back home. She looked at them, the injury from Gwendolyn's knife bleeding through her shirt and down the skirt she was wearing when she had been stabbed through and the Made queen collected the blood. However, the pain felt very much real to the Adolescent who brought her hand to the wound, shuddering. " I am the Daughter of the People...I was born among them but fear them so for I have seen what they can do in such cold blood with no consequence. I fear what they will do...and I fear their touch. I am the Daughter of the powerful...but I am afraid of such responsibilities...I am afraid of the mistakes I make that one day will make me lose something important...Tell me why I should now fear them so? The People, the responsibility, the mistakes...Why should I not be afraid...?"She asked, her breaths shuddering and wary.

"Answer wisely...Time is short and the plague will grow as more of the people spread themselves throughout the city..."She breathed, pulling her shoulders back as she shook where she stood.

Edit for Terrance:
Her attention turned to a newcomer, staring at him with such pain in her eyes as she stood in the form of the injured Lian he had tended to not long before. He looked like a miniature version of the taller dread-headed male that stood before her. "The newcomer will answer too...of why one should not fear the people, the responsibility and the mistakes of so many lives that could be lost because of one person."

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

Pengu von Scheiffe

Trexasle

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Market Ward

Tres saw the other dread head appear following Trinity. 'Him too huh?', he thought while listening to the little version of Lian speak about fearing responsibility and failure. Tres was quick to respond, speaking from the heart and the gut rather than pausing to ponder what she had said.

"Fear, The People, Responsibility.

Its all just one thing. People like you and me, we carry the weight of the millions upon our backs and it isn't some solid stone, it is a coalescing torrent of emotion and will. Don't get it twisted, no...you should be scared. Fear begets respect! and with proper respect comes responsibility.

And if you don't respect the will of the millions, it will consume you like wild fire. You've got to respect the people and all that they are. Like a flame, if you try harnessing it without an appropriate bit of fear and admiration then it will strike at you as it does all things.

I may be their champion, but I respect the people.

The reason, this revolution will come is because those jabroni's over at the Ladies Ward...See they don't respect the common man. They lord over them with their strong arm's of gold and they have not learned to fear the people. Because they have not feared them, they have not been responsible in their position of power.

And they will pay for it, for the wrath of the millions has been kindled. Like the burning phoenix, though A NEW DAWN shall rise from the ashes of their destruction.

So no little girl, you should be afraid. Maybe you shall survive this because of it."

[I Dont Exist Anymore Boo]

- Guildhall Ward - Noodle Shop -

Now before anyone asks, two things you should know about Pixies, magic comes naturally to them, in all it's forms, as long as they have the strength to use it.

Money on the other hand not so much, they still needed to go through the same routes as everyone else to gain that, though there were a select few who tried to create it using magic, though coins and bills that drips goo of various toxicities is rarely considered usable currency.

"No taxes? What's the catch?" She asked him, I mean there's always a catch. Though really she was just wary of agreeing to anything that might lead her into danger. The money though was very tempting, and with her families accounts frozen god knows she needed it.

Though on the other hand, "And why exactly should I help advance the magic of you humans? It couldn't help the fae races, ours comes from within, you humans suck from the world like parasites." She added, truly curious on this fact, despite her slight dislike of the ways humans gain their power. "No offense meant." She added as an after thought, scratching her nose as she said so.

[Nefarious Koneko]

Trinity Syn
Wayward Warrior
~ ~ Age: 241 ~ ~
Activated Skills: NONE
Health: 294/294 Mana: 120/120
~~ Atk +4 ~~ Dfnc+2 ~~ Mgc+7 ~~ Adpt +5~~
Status: NONE

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Trinity listened to Tres’ response, finding it perhaps a touch too dramatic. She already knew her answer, taught to her by her mother during those cold Ryork nights when food was scarce and the snow dense. In the dark cave like dwellings carved into the mountains, the shadows used to frighten her as a child. But her mother always told her the same thing, comforting her with a smooth authoritive tone. Trinity stepped forward, sheathing the bow she held, her body straightened in front of the woman.

“Fear only serves to bring into question the abilities of the ones it prays on. It forces you to question yourself and your abilities. It forces you to look into yourself and determine where your true weaknesses are. Without fear, we would be as unwavering as wheat on a wind lashed field, unable to overcome that which we must face,” She locked eyes with the woman-creature, ignorant of Trex’ entrance, “One should not question their fears, but seek to overcome them, through faith and perseverance. How you can be so like Lian to not know that only serves to alienate you in my eyes. Prepare yourself for death, you will be meeting it soon.”

Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

[Fierach]

Lian Feaorne

arrow Ladies Ward--Lian's Manor

James smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Feaorne", and no, he wasn't going to stop being formal anytime soon it seemed, "I thank you for your information, but you are hardly in any position to tell me how to deal with her, and even if you are."

He paused, considering something, and then went on, his expression a little more solemn now. "I do however, sympathize with your desire for revenge, so I'll try and leave her alive for you. No guarantees though"

[The Duke of Id]

Location: Shintogo Swordsmith Shop, Market Ward

_________A slight nod came from Nik's head as he contemplated on the blade's composition. The lamination made perfect sense. Pliability to bend along the blunt backside of the blade, hardness to break through and cut along the sharp edge. It allowed to the blade to bend ever so slightly where it mattered, while the edge defiantly stood against all resistance it would strike.

Tenkai Matsumoto

Hidemitsu stretched himself out for a moment, as he had been sitting down for quite a while waiting for Nikamaru to finish. "Alright, then. Bring out the charcoal, my good man. Let's fire up the hearth."

While he waited for Nikamaru to prepare the forge for firing, Hidemitsu started wrapping the stacks of tamahagane with wet Chinese drawing paper to hold them together. Unlike the Dwarven steel, which was already formed into an ingot by the smelters, Hidemitsu needed to fuse the pieces of tamahagane together and work them into billets.

_________Nikamaru did as told, taking the pieces of charcoal he had cut up and loading it into the hearth. His white shirt had a bunch of black spots here and there caused from cutting up the charcoal, as did his worn jeans and leather gloves.

_________He was a bit surprised that the blacksmith used Dwarven metals for his weapons, though. Steel was steel, but dwarven steel was said to be made with pseudo-magical properties embedded into the metal thanks to the mountain-dwellers' mystical smelters. Nikamaru knew the details, of course, and would decidedly ask his master about it. "So you use dwarven metals for your swords or was that the client's idea?" The question seemed to imply the obvious: it was a bit ironic that dwarves didn't like his art and yet he used dwarf-made materials for his weapons.

_________Once all the charcoal pieces were placed, Nik would step back and let his master light up the fire, putting his gloved hands over his hips. "Do you use a bellows to feed the fire or do you use a blower?" This day and age, when technology was readily available to everyone, using more efficient means to do something was usually the way to go.

Previous 1228 - Current 1253

[The Wind Thief]

Guildhall Ward
Noodle Shop

With everything done and said, it'd seem the other two ladies in the midst of the gentlemen could only make excuses. Perhaps it was the fact that the Thief was still in and out of this new reality he found himself in, or that he simply held nothing kind to the people around him, but he stayed silent. Or perhaps, out of the lot of them, he was the only one taking his time with it and absorbing any information that came his way.

With a turn, the Thief set his borrowed cup on the counter, putting his back to the rest of them. Unless something more interesting came up, he was more focused on finishing his drink and finding a place to sleep. He let out a sigh.

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow Ladies Ward--Lian's Manor


"Thank you, Mr. Eredas...I would mind if you sliced one of her ears off and brought it back. For an Elf's ear to be marred or missing is one of great shame for us. It's vain, yes, but symbolic for us."Lian said as she shifted on the bed, adjusting the quilt as Julia returned with something to drink on a tray. Two cups of green tea, one for the injured and one for the one to exact a bit of payback. Julia offered James the cup. "It's not poisoned is it?"Lian asked with a bit of amusement.

Julia huffed. "Sorry, I left my murder kit at home. It's green tea, as a small thank you for your assistance and a little something before you go off with sword blazing."The nymph nodded respectably.

Fierach

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Guildhall Ward: Noodle Shop <<<

An interesting sight to behold, this exchange of various kindnesses (now there was a word that didn't really describe their peculiar dealings) between a lovely young woman, a dark and mysterious figure, and a gentleman that had been an implied villain by the way the woman had spoken of him in such a disapproving manner. As the small collection of people milled about the street, seeding the grand adventure of what was considered 'normal' Sigilian life, another soul lingered over them from a great height.

"I'm not certain there is a true story to be found here.."

A woman clad in white robes of a holy nature peered over the ledge of one of Sigil's greater, taller buildings to look down upon this particular scene. While she was remarkably distant and likely obscured from their vision below, she seemed to comprehend their goings on almost perfectly. And though it had initially caught her interest, the prospect of a true adventure to have been born from it was becoming lesser and lesser by the minute.

The woman robed in white shook her head as she turned away from the ledge and paced for a moment atop the roof of the building she'd taken as her brief perch, her watchtower of sorts. Despite the chaos and destruction that seemed to have swallowed the city whole, it was a place without the kind of tales that would make such struggle and suffering truly meaningful. At least, not to the woman's knowledge.

What a strange post she'd taken upon herself, scouting the streets for the merest sign of significance, of s true living story. But there seemed none to be found in all of Gaia. None that she had not collected already, anyway.

((Sorry if I mess anything up, I only skimmed through prior posts.))

[Trexasle]

Name: Arch Mage Borri

“I’m not LOOKING for Knights, nothing against them I’m just looking for sufficient and skilled back up, if you lack the skill then I do apologize for asking…Although, I could teach you a thing or two, the college is always open to all races. “ He tilted his head back up, his black face with his pupilless yellow eyes, grinned a smile of a small schoolboy. It seemed a bit more natural than the actual look that was under the hidden disguise. It was another reason why he never took it off, and only went to town barely with it off. “We at the Mages Guild believe anybody could have the aptitude for Magic, whether it’s destruction based, or around the points of restoration, all life has talent laid somewhere in them.” He was slightly off put however, by the fae’s recent words along with the words of someone he was quite familiar. He stated nothing of it however, ignoring the words of the woman dressed in white and went directly toward the fae.

“None Taken, and it’s not in no way to take any sort of power as you falsely assume, it’s just an non magical artifact that we think can be archived, However, it’s just…guarged by a lot of, what we believe are undead creatures, My men simply need backup, if you’re lucky, you’ll probably won’t have to do anything at all.” He leaned back to his noodled, grabbed the bowl and began to drink the broth from the bowl, before turning back toward the fae. "All you do, is get in, get out and we'll pay you..."

[The Wind Thief]

Guildhall Ward
Departing Noodle Shop

"We at the Mages Guild believe anybody could have the aptitude for Magic, whether it’s destr--"

Enough.
The Thief was becoming more tired than he was lucid, and the jacket continued on and on like some dirty old record. Whether or not the others were interested were up to them, but as far as the Thief was concerned, he'd make it abundantly clear that he had no interest in the Jacket, in the Guild, in the Mission, in anything other than find a nice place to take a nap. He arose abruptly in the middle of the Jacket's pleas, standing as straight as possible after leaving a lean-to position so quickly.

He stumbled much less than he did when he arrived, but he traveled with a slow grogginess that clearly indicated he was tired and sore. The rain seemed to had stopped, but it was certainly far too late into the day for this garbage the thing spat out at him. Truer shades of the Thief remain unspoken, his lack in interest for any of those around him, his lack of interest in heroics. A hint of depression followed him, but he left with such quietness, it would be difficult to even detect any kind of anger in his motion.

As he passed the homeless man, noodle bowl still with him, the Thief dropped the mug back to him, near empty, and gracefully continued back down the road, the way he had come.

[Fierach]

Lian Feaorne

arrow Ladies Ward--Lian's Manor

James waved a hand imperiously. "I'll have to pass this time, time's awasting and all, The other two beings will not sit and play nice while I wait." he remarked and made to leave. The elf could keep her grudges, and extended diplomacies. James had a job to do.

"Perhaps when we meet again, Mrs. Feaorne... and you too" he added at the doorway, toward Julie, giving the elf royal's lady-in-waiting a small polite nod. The daemonslayer fetched his sword and left the premises to begin his search for the other two beings.

Shouldn't be too hard, just needed to find and follow the screams.

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[The Female of the Species]

Destructive Forces

arrow Guildhall District

Again, Sokoya seemed blatantly oblivious to the subtle nuances of their conversations. Her words were blunt, even if they were also a bit erratic. She had never been, and still wasn't, a girl for reading between the lines. He sought to compliment her, that much she'd picked up on. Hell, she might even appreciate it regardless of how she acted. But the fighter just didn't seem to know or care that she had ever so lightly bruised his ego by not following along with his jokes.

But hey, maybe it was a good thing?

Handshake aside, the pair would trudge on while getting surprisingly little reaction from the crowd. She was a bit bloodstained, after all. Perhaps this was a city of people that'd just seen it all and opted to keep to themselves. Her stride was lazy, sauntering and swaying a bit as she stepped. Bloody gaze had fell down to the ground. If Fas paid attention, he'd note she had started playing a game of "don't step on the cracks'.

She seemed well enough aware that her new partner was keeping his distance from her and made a special point to sway closer every so often. Personal bubbles? Get out of here, that's a silly notion. Still, try as she might, he managed to keep a steady pace beside her....impressive. Grinning now, Sokoya found herself to be in a good mood. Perhaps it was the fully belly, but the prim and proper fellow beside her wasn't grinding her gears like he normally should.

Finally the mention of Heaven or Hell. The reason that fate had thrown this pair back together. The platinum haired woman would nod knowingly at Fas's mention of the tournament. She'd spectated, and had even participated in one incarnation of the event. Though...due to some odd circumstances the tournament fell through. Oh well, there's always next year. Right?

Right?

[Nefarious Koneko]

Melanie Rose

When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Melanie hoisted herself into the fighter craft, looking briefly at the house guard that stood idly by, awaiting her return. Something seemed off about the entire deal, something that made her uneasy. However, ultimately it wasn’t her decision. Pulling back the canopy lock release, the glass dome surrounded the woman, and immediately tinted a silvery reflective color, preventing view of the cockpit. Enclosed in her cave, she powered up the generators and slid the radio headset on.

“Priority Message for Ms. Astrum, Authorization X-ray X-ray Kilo Seven Niner Seven,” she said, smoothly, taking the recording device from her pocket. Plugging it into the UI port along the fighter’s dash, the data was downloaded into the craft’s memory banks, effectively ensuring a second copy would exist. There was a low gurgle over the radio lines as it attempted to compensate for temporal distortions. The eggheads had been working on it since their arrival and it seemed they were getting frequencies attuned.

“Melanie, what have you got,” a familiar voice, echoing the same detached interest that made up the personality of Stella Astrum. It was perhaps one reason she was able to lead the company so effectively. Her ability to simply not empathize with the plight of people made her effective in tight negotiations, but there was almost something sinister at the rate the profits increased. Of course, there was something inherently sinister about the woman to begin with.

Covering the major points of the meeting, Melanie gathered her instructions from the woman, committing them to memory. It wasn’t a long list and once the instructions were given, the mysterious CEO disconnected the line. Exitting her fighter, Melanie rejoined the guard and was escorted back to the meeting. Setting the recording device once more on the table, she activated it, standing at the end and looking over the representatives, their gaze fixated on her. Her fingered pressed against the table slightly. Something still seemed off but orders were orders.

“Ms. Astrum has approved this deal. We will provide weaponry to the rebel forces of Sigil in exchange of payment on your behalf as well as the original 10% plan proposed by Mr. Esctuffuan. Ms. Astrum has over ruled my authority on the matter of the briefcase and will look over the modifications you had planned and inform you, herself, whether such is possible. However, we maintain the belief that we will work more effectively using our own distribution methods,” From her inner jacket pocket, she produced a flat translucent piece of plastic and glass, square in shape. Turning it on, she inputted the appropriate data regarding the business deal.

“If you agree to these terms,” She said, sliding it down to the closest representative, “Please place your thumb in the small green box and say ‘I consent’. This will confirm the deal on our end.”

Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

[3N19MA]

Caesar Gildarts
" I'm not evil by choice, but by cosmic design. All hail Caesar...."
Current Theme: Clash on the Big Bridge
Location - Market District

Caesar appeared in the heart of Sigil's economy center. The Market District; when he appeared so did the looming darkness that came with the intense malice around his aura. It is dark, and cold, it sends chills up some peoples spines. This dark clad male seemed to look around with the dim yellow colored eyes. Caesar's face slightly obfuscated by the shadow of the baggy hood on his hair. He moved down the road his pale, and slender fingers trail over a few items as he seemed to look around the market, animals, and even small children stay away some cry or even cling to their parental figure to stay away from the man who comes off as the big bad boogy man. Caesar's eyes wander about as he looked around thinking to himself.