Looking at her actions alone, her vicious, Insanity-driven desire for blood and ruin, one would guess Cymbeline sided with Medea. She would not sit down and lick her wounds, the Heir would become a scarred, scabrous mess and relish every second of life and every second of pain as she fought. Yet that 'loyalty' could also be called mere coincidence.
It was with that fierce fighting spirit that Cym approached the tower, golden eyes taking in the scene of settled warfare around them. With Shaheen at her side, she could brave this desolate landscape knowing she would never have to lick her wounds. There were others for that, the healers, those who nurtured rather than fought. Those who found their lost. She knew that despite her many grandiose titles, Cymbeline was merely one piece of the world around her.
"Do you suppose..." She said to the War elder next to her, trailing off with a mad grin. It could have led to anything, but judging by the way she eagerly glanced at the blood darkening on the dusty ground, their mutual Insanity may just fill in the correct blank.
[quote[ Quest 2: Fragments of the fallen: ] Medea is waiting for you. She asks you to prove your loyalty your kind and search the tower ruins for any discarded distortion fragments. They apparently will come to use later. - The tower ruins is a large, clay tower that seems to span still to the sky, crumbled for the most park and caked in a strange burnished substance. The outskirts of the tower is infinitely long, the inside is barricaded and you cannot enter. Around the outskirts you can see the remnants of a battle, and bloodstains that still look somewhat fresh . - Create a PRP thread and title it [QUEST PRP ] Fragments (PLAYER NAMES HERE). - Next, write your introduction posts to your team having gathered their wits and gotten ready to do the process. When you are ready, have your team start searching by rolling 1d6. There are lots of unusual shaped fossils to encounter, mostly blackened masses with mutated skulls, but none of them are threatening. If you roll a 6, you encounter a distortion crystal to bring back. When a 6 has been rolled 3 times your lime limit is up and you can head back. The quest is considered COMPLETED. Once you have completed this quest you can mark it as COMPLETED.
Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 5:56 pm
Separating herself from Shikoba for a time somehow found Shaheen spending time with the heir of famine, somebody who she had not seen in quite some time. Despite Shaheens no more openly blatant scorn for the heirs and protectors of the clans, she still held within her a certain sense of..kinship, for the tawny haired and skeletal framed woman who wandered at her side.
Pausing in her tracks, an intense gaze scoured the landscape, passing over blackened skulls and coming to rest on the tower.
"I guess to suppose very little, Cymbeline." She answered the woman, giving her head a shake, loosing curls from the messy tie back job she had thrown it up in.
Glancing back down to where Cym's gaze had dropped, she took in the darkened red stains of blood before her upper lip pulled back from her teeth in a feral grin.
"But supposing I did know something...." She then voiced, before shifting her gaze back up to the other woman's, her tone taking on an almost excited edge as she let herself relax around the heir of Famine.
"I suppose perhaps~" Cymbeline responded, madness dancing in her eyes. Here she seemed entirely in her element, a desolate, dry landscape, littered with the bones of the dead. Oh, but if only they could meet something LIVE, something LIVING with which to add to those bones...
Gold heels stepped nimbly through the ancient carnage, and then suddenly, and without hesitation, the Heir stooped to pick up a skull. It was no larger than the average human skull, yet the blackened teeth protruded forward at an obscure angle, and the nasal cavity cut back far enough to bleed into both eye sockets. Cymbeline wanted to keep this one as a souvenir, if one could keep souvenirs in one's dreams.
"This one~ I wonder if it died a painful death." Cymbeline mused out loud, holding up the skull in both hands like a child with a favourite toy.
Seussi
Seussi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:47 pm
It was hot, and that at least the scantily clad war elder could appreciate, but the air was dry and the land desolate, a far cry from the lush, tropical and humid island where she had been raised. Other then that, however, she found herself fairly comfortable here. Even the sand, that somehow managed to get everywhere, lodging itself, it seemed, between every single feather on her set of wings as the wind whipped it around.
Noting that Cymbeline had begun to pick her way through the skulls and bones strewn across the ground, Shaheen too did the same, also stopping at some point, bending down to c**k her head to the side, staring back at hallowed out eye sockets.
"Hopefully." She purred, reaching out to dust away the sand that was accumulating up against one side, her finger tips brushing against it gingerly, almost gently.
"Though what would you give to allow such slaughter to become more commonplace? Death would have such actions cease to exist."
Cymbeline tucked 'her' skull under one arm like a foal with a ball, and spent at least as much time looking up at the sky as she did the ground underneath them. She grinned like a lunatic, and wandered like a drunk, meandering aimlessly across the sand.
"Death must walk amongst us, to become one of us~" Cym mused. She nudged a badly weathered ribcage with her foot, and it collapsed into dust. "Killing or healing, Death is patience of centuries, and he sees far into the distance... And he will have us, one way or another."
Her voice lowered, and the smile disappeared. The boisterous, screeching delight she often displayed was entirely absent. All the voices merely muttered now. "How does one trust the master of games, moving pieces with those far-seeing eyes, looking towards a future we are blinded to. They both fight like ravens buried in entrails. Everything we need to be, we are. We need not settle for abandoning our fight, or abandoning our kin."
Seussi
Seussi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 6:23 pm
Well, she really aught to have known better then to try and talk sense or reason with Cymbeline. But she figured she at least deserved some recognition for trying.....not that there was anybody else currently present to give her said recognition.
The words that the famine heir spewed, while not said in her usual tone, still made little sense to Shaheen, who fought to find the meaning hidden in them. She was no good with riddles, did not have a mind for them or for words shrouded in mystery. But she tried, anyways. She tried to read the other woman, to understand her place in all of this....
What she essentially determined was that, the heir simply did not choose a side. Perhaps she meant to just let what be, be, and seemed to speak of the needless ultimatums that both sides set.
"I fear we are already quite divided." She moved away, a bitter smile playing along her lips as she flitted and skipped her way through the skeletal debris.
Cym nodded once. They were almost two clans, almost split, the mere searching for purpose would leave them weak...
Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she dropped the skull she had been holding.
"THERE~" She shrieked happily, and ran over to an even larger skull, with bizarre molar-like teeth surrounding the entirety of it's upper jaw. The blackened jawbone hung at an odd angle for a second before the last desiccated tendons separated and it fell to the ground. This one was a beauty~
She may have just been forgetting their original mission, charmed by the heavy, misshapen brow ridges and the violent-looking crack along the back of the high-domed skullcap.
Seussi
Seussi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:11 pm
Shaheen had resigned herself back to the task at hand, and while she jumped from blackened skull to blackened skull, she kept a watchful eye out for any glimmering gleaming glints associated with the fragments that could supposedly be found here.
"It does provide opportunity, however." She mused, while golden eyes roamed.
"But an opportunity for whom, those little white-coat WORMS slithering about always would not hesitate to wind their way through the corpses of our comrades." There it was, that flash of unpredictable anger, a complete turn-around in mood that was all too common in the Famine Heir. "Fithy MAGGOTS. DISGUSTING. LITTLE. ROACHES."
With every word Cymbeline found a bone to snap, a relic to shatter, a blackened skull to cave in with her golden heels. Was Death one of them enough to see those little creatures, or was his gaze turned too far off?
[ Quest 2: Fragments of the fallen: ] Medea is waiting for you. She asks you to prove your loyalty your kind and search the tower ruins for any discarded distortion fragments. They apparently will come to use later. 
