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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:18 pm
Tybalt felt as though he stuck out like sore thumb here. Everything was white and warm. Where as he was black and just dark in colour. Like a drop of ink in a pool of milk. But that wasn't important. What was important was the large silver tree that the warm little orbs of light led him to. Which, when he approached, was clear, even to him, that it was weak. Sickly. But still alive. However, just barely.
"At last," Echoed a human voice. Which after a brief moment of confusion and cautious glancing around, Tybalt realized was coming from the tree. "At last, someone has arrived to hear my tale. It has been so long, I have been silenced too long, taken and hidden, my power feared but not respected, cultivated until I am barren and empty. This is all that remains of my Legacy, but I am not finished, not yet. As long as my powers remain, my children will prosper after me. They will take up my mantle, to protect, to serve, to remember, and to grieve. Men like the Great King will rise again, and fall just as easily, but I only wish to serve. Come now. Help me fulfill my last desire."
"Um, sure I guess." He scratched his cheek. Really. How hard could it be? Besides, she sounded like she needed help and no man would leave a lady to suffer. At least, not him. Even if she was a tree....
The black dog followed the orbs of light down through the woods, until finally it cleared, revealing a large, pure white lake with even more orbs of light dancing over its surface.
Even more curious, was the voice. Where did it come from?
Tybalt looked around, expectantly. But there was no one. Nor was it any of the trees. Which left... The lake then? Kneeling down at the waters edge, Tybalt leaned in close, before finally, shoving his whole head beneath the water.
"Heal my children," the voice chimed; soft and sweet, "And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
He pulled his head out, shaking it to rid himself of whatever water her could and eying the water. So he just had to bring some back then? No problem! He thought, as he scooped his hands into the water, cupping them together to form a temporary 'dish.'
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:29 pm
The trip back had been somewhat successful. Yes he managed to bring water back to the tree. However, only a little over a half of what he had scooped remained. But he supposed some was better than none, right? With that in mind, Tybalt carefully poured the remainder of the water onto the tree.
However as the water touched the tree, it began to shiver until finally something sprouted and fell from the branch.
 ( Size 11mm )
An acorn?
He picked it up, turning it over curiously in his hand, before looking back towards the tree, unsure of what to do with it. Unfortunately, now that the task of bearing the acorn was complete, the tree gave a weak 'thank you' before it shuddered once more and withered away. Fortunately for him, the orbs of light were back, guiding him towards the water once more. Though like before, the lake was humming and only until he walked into the water was he able to hear the words.
"My children need time to grow, to move on from my Grief. Help them create their own Legacy and feed them each unique memories."
Tybalt spotted the memories. Or rather, the giant shadowy bubbles that contained what he thought were his memories. They had his face. But no matter how much he tried to remember, he didn't re-call any of them ever happening. Regardless, he welcomed them, spreading his arms out towards them before he lightly tapped the first bubble.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:31 pm
Quote: Rolling a 7: Your character is a wizard that goes to Pigfarts, the most prestigious wizarding school of them all. It is their first year transferring into the school, and they are scared they will be sorted into Serpentarius, the rumoured "bad group" among the four sorted groups. You secretly hope you will either be part of the Pegasi (hard working, but not very intelligent), Leo (Brave and noble), or even the Capricorns (Intelligent). If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a student of Pigfarts. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
The dining hall...
Tybalt held his breath, eying the mysterious scenery that unfolded before his eyes. Floating candles, ghostly figures and--oh wow! Look at all the food! His mouth watered in anticipation, dying to sink his teeth into whatever that aroma floated from.
Fortunately, with some effort, Tybalt manged to resist the urge to sit himself down at some random table to eat, and instead managed to stick with and follow his group all the way up the front of the all. Where finally they took a seat. Not too far from the main table where the professors sat. He didn't know this before, but apparently the first years got the 'privilege' of sitting up front where the professors could see them. Though he wasn't so sure he would consider that a privilege at all. If anything, he would have preferred one of the back tables where he could do whatever he wanted and with less attention on him. Here in this particular spot, Tybalt felt put out of place and nervous. Especially under the prying eyes of the professors.
"Could you just pass me tha--" He started to point towards some of meat, chicken he thought, but was cut off when the headmaster and most powerful wizard in the school spoke, greeting them all. The welcoming ceremony commenced and rather than pay attention to the food, all eyes were on the professors as they spoke to the entire gathering of students, introducing their soon to be professors and announcing their classes and what not, along with something else. Something important maybe. Like sorting? He really wasn't sure. Tybalt was too busy fidgeting on the spot, his gaze slowly turning back to the feast in front of him.
Could they just eat already?
Someone called his name and suddenly looked up, surprised and pointing to himself.
"Yes. You. Come here so we can sort you into your group."
Oh? Ohhhh! Oh no! Tybalt just about froze, gaping wide eyed at the headmaster. His brother had mentioned something about this before. Something about how he wouldn't want to be in Serpentarius or something--
Tybalt gulped, slowly walking towards the front, as he eyed the hat the suspiciously the entire time.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:32 pm
Quote: Rolling a 8: Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
One hand ran over the keyboard, hastily executing commands while repetitively, while the other moved mouse now and again moving his 'hero' character.
It was an all out war!
Within an hour of game time, Tybalt had already found himself caught in the middle of a battle between the Deus faction and the Horsemen faction. It was pure chaos. Spells flew from one end, while weapons slashed and hacked or even shot at back. As for himself, well, for the moment he had been recruited to the fearful Horsemen faction. A couple of his friends had decided to co-op with some and as a result, asked him to join in as well. An invitation which he happened to accept. After all, it wasn't everyday he received an invitation to play with others. He was usually off somewhere on his own doing his solo plays.
The play had gone on for at least twenty-five minutes and during this time, Tybalt had been secretly gathering his Fear, preparing to release a powerful attack on the enemy. It would only be a few seconds no--there!
Skill Ability
In a rapid click, Tybalt selected his skill ability, Divine Judgement. A Gambler's Chance type skill. The most powerful there was! But there was a catch. GC had a recoil that always hit. In fact, sometimes the recoil killed you, rather than your enemy. Which was exactly what happened in this case. From the moment he selected his skill, it was clear that something was wrong. In fact--no... no! NO! Nooo!
K9Ghost has fallen
Tybalt cringed as his hero was struck down by his own lightning, immediately killing and ending the game for him.
"Aww s**t." He cursed, sliding back in his chair, away from the desk as he glared at the screen.
How many times was this now? And still he never learned that GC was a suicidal attack.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:33 pm
Quote: Rolling a 2: Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Not that it mattered now. He was merely the broken, remains of what was. Mutated and beyond recognition. He had no use for thought, nor did he have use for a body that was whole and complete. Tybalt existed now only for the sake of goddesses. Carrying on with their tasks like the lowly servant he had become.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:37 pm
"Not quite," Came the voice once again, calling to the lake once again. Or rather--not a lake.
Tybalt rubbed at his eyes, before blinking owlishly at what he saw. A castle. Shimmering and white as water poured down over multifaceted rocks in tiers and layers. Just when did--
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
Tybalt tore himself away long enough to see what she referred to. Before him now was five smaller pools of water. Each different.
He approached the warm pool of water, immediately welcoming the warm and comforting memories that surfaced.
More orbs of light appeared. Now dancing around the tree that he helped grow. "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
"I think I am." He answered, watching the lights and for once, feeling completely at peace.
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