The World's Edge had been very lonely. Well no, that was not true. Annabell had been an almost constant companion, and they had gone on a wonderful string of battles together. But now Rostym wanted to take a rest, and so home she returned.
Well, home of a sort. It seemed many could travel now, which made her question whether or not The Spire was her true home or not. Maybe all of it was.
Humming to herself, Rostym entered one of many entries into the Infinite Path, lost in thought just as she became lost in the physical realm.
The twists and turns and illogical structure both mystified and awed her; whoever had created the place must have been a master architect indeed! Or a mad one . . . She stopped when she reached the paintings, examining the beast in particular as she had yet to see such a thing in the world. Her hand began to reach out and touch the painting.
"Curious . . ."
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Character name: Rostym Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:56 pm
He did not see her at first, Agile making his way quietly along the path. There had been so much to do, so much to see; a chaotic cacophony of this and that and now that he had had a moment to breathe, he was doing just that.
The path was quiet and twisty and he found it very curious indeed. Taking a few more quiet steps, his eyes moving from side to side in awe, he was not watching where he was going and unintentionally ran into someone, stumbling over his feet.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry."
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Character name: "Agile" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the gun). Link to Heart Log:♥ Current HP: 30/30 Current weapon equipped: N/A
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:05 pm
So engrossed was she in inspecting the details of the painting that she did not hear the footsteps heralding someone else. It was only once he had made contact that her reverie was broken.
"Hmm?" Rostym turned her head, the impulse to try and help him from stumbling over belatedly hitting her seconds after it had occurred already. Oh! Wait, he seemed vaguely familiar . . . "It's okay," she told him with a smile. "This place is very confusing; I'm surprised I haven't tripped over myself yet." She paused for a moment, trying to study what features were there to make out in the shadow.
"Yellow core, so Spire . . . Oh! Wait, you're the one who heard me humming, huh?"
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Character name: Rostym Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:24 pm
The painting begins to growl.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:36 pm
Rubbing his hand a little, he looked at her and saw the glow of the same color as he emanating from her chest. She seemed a pleasant enough sort, cheerful and light and conversational, and he felt oddly at ease with that. Smiling a little, he tilted his head, trying to place her, and then realized why she had seemed familiar.
"You're the one who was humming," he said, at the same time she said the same thing. He stopped, backtracked, and gave a little hesitant nod.
"Yes," he said. "It was, ah...very pretty. You make pretty music."
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Character name: "Agile" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the gun). Link to Heart Log:♥ Current HP: 30/30 Current weapon equipped: N/A
Ol-j-man
Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:05 pm
"Yes! Ahhh, well maybe I do and maybe I don't, but that's you! Hello again!" If it was possible for her heart to glow brighter, then it would have, for nothing made her happier than reunions with friends--which they were, right? she had been making many friends along the way!
Rostym smiled widely, pleased to make his acquaintance once more. "I never gave you my name. It's Rostym, in case we get separated again, okay?"
But before she could add to that, she heard an odd sound: a growl. with a puzzled look she turned to the painting. "Did it . . .?" She blinked owlishly and peered closer at the beast for any changes. "Hello in there. Can you hear me?"
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Character name: Rostym Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:43 pm
Within the painting the beast's grows, it's nostrils flaring and maw opening to reveal sharp, glistening teeth. It's body tenses and drops into a crouch before it leaps out and attacks Rostym.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:44 pm
I-It did! It was growling! Oh wow, that was absolutely fascinating and--
--and without warning the painting, which she knew had been dangerous to stick close by the moment it started to act like more than a painting, attacked. Rostym cried out in surprise, paling (as much as a shadow could, at least) as she struggled to get a sword or two up to stop those razor sharp teeth and claws from getting her --
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:02 am
Leaping out to bite her in two, the beast itself was slain in the air. It lands against her, paws wrapping limply around her neck. The moment shifts, ever so slightly, and Rostym finds herself wearing a thick fur cape and a necklace of blood-flecked teeth. A memory of ruthless want skims across her mind before sinking beneath the fog, just out of sight. She won't remember it, not really, but she'll know there's a part of her that's aggressive, a part of her that's hungry.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:08 am
"Hello," he said uncertainly, but then he relaxed a little. "It's nice to meet you, Rostym, my name is Agile. I..."
He wasn't entirely certain if he was going to say anything else, but either way he was interrupted by the painting, turning to look at it with Rostym. Eyebrows raised in surprise, he leaned forward a little.
And then -
- "ROSTYM!"
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Character name: "Agile" Character appearance: Greyed out version of himself (minus the gun). Link to Heart Log:♥ Current HP: 30/30 Current weapon equipped: N/A
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:29 am
Satisfied with the memory of night sky, Eir continued his exploration. He managed to get into the room with the paintings.
There are humanoid figures, wielding weapons which shapes significantly different than the ones he saw handled by the shadows like him. They fought with a beast with clear black horns, but somehow fog-like body.
Did...this painting is made by other shadow that existed before him?
He traced the shape of the gigantic-sized weapon with his finger. How strong was the shadow's heart to be able to create this weapon?
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Character name: Eir Character appearance: A shadow with red, pulsating core. Now more corporeal after getting his second blessing... Link to Heart Log[ x ] Current HP 40/40 Special Ability: Wild Card Chance: If you roll an unfavourable dice (such as trying to roll dice to survive in an area), you may choose to reroll that dice. You can only use this ability once, and it must be in a NON BATTLE condition. Racial Ability: Ghost: 2x Loot for the first 3 successful battles (3/3). Current weapon equipped Simple Protection: HP: 40. Atk: 2d8 - 6
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:51 am
A sharp, biting pain sears across his fingers as the painting's blades prove all too real. The weapon begins to vibrate and shift within the paint until it's pointed directly at Eir.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:04 am
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A sharp, biting pain sears across his fingers as the painting's blades prove all too real. The weapon begins to vibrate and shift within the paint until it's pointed directly at Eir.
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He pulled his finger quickly from the painting--- -but to no avail. The weapons multiplied both in size and number, each pointed ends aiming at his very being...
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:35 pm
For a moment she had the thought of how embarrassing it would be to die in front of him like that, a fleeting silly thought that might have been her final as the beast's jaws opened--and her sword cut right through it in midair. But its body was still hurling towards her, and Rostym braced herself as its lifeless paws swung with momentum around her neck--
--like a beautiful cape it hung, thick and heavy and well worth the effort it had taken to skin it. Not a pendant but teeth from her fallen foe graced her neck, blood still staining the ivory from their battle. Nothing else would suit, naturally. All of her conquests were like the beast: broken down into little pieces for her to use as she saw fit, and oh did she want more--
With a shudder the shadow came to, hearing the second half of the other's shout; it was jarring and loud and made her cringe and clutch at her pendant for some reason. "I-I'm okay," she told him in a small voice, even though she wasn't quite sure she was. She needed . . . she needed to know more about this place. Its puzzling structure, its gold decorations, its hunger that called out to the growing one in her.
Rostym turned to him. "Will you explore with me some more?"
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Character name: Rostym Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equipped Agony’s Twin (2d10-6, can reroll one missed attack per battle)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:52 pm
The massive weapon flies out of the painting and impales him, pinning him to the ground for several long, torturous moments until his body dissipates.
