Personification Life: EPIC (IC Thread XI) [CLOSED]

by **Northwest Slobovia** » Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:20 pm

Mincaldenteans wrote:The monk laid pieces of cheese on three slices of bread, placing them on a plate, biting into a slice as she turned around and stepped away in case anyone wanted to get to the food. "So," she started off lightly, savoring the taste of the cheese, "What were you all discussing?"

Sandy fetched a plate and began setting out the pastries again. He'd much rather fall into bed, but if they were going to do this now, he'd need sugar to stay awake any longer. "Working together as a group. Marcus really wants to have a big sit-down and talk about our backgrounds and what we can do. I think that's... premature, especially since we now have the rest of the winter to get organized."

"Both subjects tend to be discursive by nature: I say I'm a historian turned sorcerer and alchemist, and immediately people want to know the hows and whys. I say I have a spell that does thus-and-so, and the spellcasters want to know the details, and everybody else wants to move on." Sandy paused as an objection occurred to him, and he needed a second to think of what say.

"We can ask people hold off questions until after we've gone around the table once, but we'll all want to break up into smaller conversations very quickly anyway. It's the nature of meeting people. I'd rather--" Sandy stifled a yawn long enough to get a hand over his mouth. "I'd rather meet everybody individually over... oh... the next week, then reconvene to start more thinking about what needs to be done."

Having said his piece, Sandy sat down at one of the tables, picked up his turn-over, and took another bite.

by **Mincaldenteans** » Mon Mar 14, 2016 6:20 pm

SERENDIPITY - THE INN

Alexia set her plate down momentarily, taking a bite on her slice of bread just before the plate settled on the table, and grabbed the filled kettle to hang above the fire. She quickly stoked its flames, moving the logs gingerly with a steel rod, satisfied with the fire's intensity and resumed her meal.

She was gathering her thoughts and was about to speak, but Dan had spoken up first, having settled onto his bed with a blanket wrapped around him after getting his hands warmed by the fireplace. The bed was a little scratchy, but comfortable, and noticeably thin even for him. "It's not a bad idea," the fae continued, stifling a yawn of his own, "I can say that, until last night, I hardly knew anyone except by first names and in passing."

"And we may have until spring," there was a slight upbeat tone at the mention of the season, though a sardonic smile formed, "But we tend to be spread out doing whatever it is we're concerned with. Not saying we won't meet up or that we have to be familiar with each other overnight... but what are the chances we get distracted when we return? We tend to lose focus quickly because so many issues are calling our attention."

Alexia hummed in agreement, wiping crumbs from the edges of her lips and set her plate down, the pangs of hunger momentarily satisfied. She crossed her legs, and stared back at Sandy, giving a nod to Dan in agreement. "Valid points. We still have to organize the healer's group; there's the conclave for the spellcasters; there's the defense group and training to also consider; there are community projects we need to assist with. There's also the community at large. Much can transpire from now until Spring and we may be equally ill-prepared if we didn't get some kind of foundation among us before returning to our duties. A round table meeting should encompass all our points of concern. Individual meetings would be counter-productive if we're to work as a team; and if we're going to meet one by one, we're going to leave details out among ourselves rather than having an open and frank discussion."

Continuing her explanation, Alexia could only compare it to her own group in terms of functionality, "My Guild works as a unit. I know enough about each member and their specialty to know what will work and won't with my spells; what positions they are best suited for and how they'll contribute as a whole. Some are overt, like Traxt, and some are indirect, like Cherry. They could switch roles, but they are best at what they do and should be tasked as such. Currently, we know too little of each other and what we do know came from last night as an introduction and nothing more. Like you said, people diverge, and if we're going to diverge we had best contain it in this group, but openly. No one should pull another aside and unless its sensitive and personal, getting to know each other shouldn't be a delicate dance."

As if on cue, the kettle whistled and Alexia got up to tend to it, having plucked the pot from the fireplace with a thick towel and quickly poured the hot water in a cup (stein really, though she wouldn't complain). She added tea leafs and a glop of honey to it, stirring it lightly while the tea steeped. Alexia returned to her seat, blowing at the vapors, "Anyway, that's how I see it."

They wouldn't get too ahead of themselves with Romulus, Marcus and Drova still at the tavern, as their input was necessary, especially Romulus'. Alexia looked at the others in the room, "And what of you all?"

by **New Aksarben** » Tue Mar 15, 2016 8:53 pm

Serendipity - Inn Conversations

Maghrl had gone to get his own plate of food, focusing primarily on taking bits of what meat was there with a few bits of bread and cheese to go along with them. Mini Sandwiches were as good as full sized ones, and more his size anyway. While the small Jedi found himself a seat and started munching on what could be considered a late dinner, listening to Sandy and the others speak their pieces while he sated his hunger. Lifting a dwarf at least 8 times your weight was a pretty strenuous task, even using the force, after all.

Once the opening ideas had been given, and Maghrl had finished his food, he set his plate down and shifted his position to sitting with legs crossed on the bed he'd made his seat.

"Maghrl agree-support their proposplan." He gestured to Alexia, not sure what her name was. "Jedi train similar to Guilders, as unit learn strength, weakcomings, et cetera. If effort to slay Varg Dragon be success filled, it best to train, learn eachother power, weakspoters, what can and can't do." The Jedi's nose twitched at the smell of the tea, wondering what the combination was called where she came from idly before getting back on focus.

"Maghrl can help train those unused to fighters to calm in fight. Jedi must balance selves mental-physically to proper use Force, same with being in fight. Maghrl free to discuss finer point of ability-powers. Force no secret, though most being can no use Force. Only one while here Maghrl felt sensitive-being was other being from home-Galaxyplace. Force should no interfere with 'Magic', and tech only if Maghrl try to interfere. It lifeforce of all being, together as one Force. Jedi draw upon Force for many thing. Improve sense, strength, manipulate in distance, repairfix damage to lifeform, commune with animal, nature, Force itself. Jedi even get futurevisions sometime."

Maghrl wrapped up his little explanation with a nod, letting someone else get words in now. He'd not go more in depth either, until the whole group had come together once again.

"I'd say that food, any sort of cooking implements, materials we could use for building if we need to do that. Anything that'd be useful for helping ensure our survival. The food here won't be very healthy but they'll provide variety which is good, and something is better than nothing." The pony shrugged, and sighed. "I'm not sure entirely myself. I just was conveyed the idea that scavenging would be a good idea, since its here for now and won't be here for too long at all." The pony readjusted his glasses and tie, glancing around the place for anything of use, finding the empty carnival still a very creepy and sad sight. Something like this was never meant to be this empty.

Though the trio who seemed to be using clouds as trampolines was making the scene a bit brighter, even though Sterling was doing his best to watch them in case one came down and might hurt themselves. That'd be absolutely terrible!

by **The Carlisle** » Wed Mar 16, 2016 4:19 pm

The force from the rebounding cloud sent Kale going higher and faster in her back swing. "WOOOO!!!" She exclaimed loudly as she swung up. She didn't know exactly what happened; she felt something on the forward swing. But it sprung her higher into the air, launching her and the bubble bird back. The rope swung her up, actually going 180 degrees above the bird, and swung back down the other way. Yet again she hit the invisible force, being launched back and forth going above the bird.

It was ridiculously amusing and fun for the plant girl. High in the air, swing and bouncing back and forth without fear; this type of fun only came to her at the Carnival's when she could wish herself nerves of steel. The bubble bird though wasn't having much fun, being jostled back and forth by the plant girl, squawking its displeasure.

Though the bubble bird was tougher than most bubbles, it wasn't meant to take this much abuse. Around the fifth bounce, the bubble bird's translucent body popped, sending the plant girl at an upwards trajectory. Kale was surprised by the sudden change in course, but wasn't really worried. With a few flaps of her wing, she was hovering in the air, her momentum stopped. Sadly for the bird, it could not be saved. Thankfully, it wasn't real and it' head and wings poofed into small purple clouds that dissipated into nothing.

Seeing the two girls below her, Kale dove down to meet them, going headfirst to the ground and then swinging up to their level. Macy mentioned the tent before getting herself humorously trapped within a bubble bird's body. Kale giggled before answering the girl. "Sure, why not. I have time for it. The tents can cause lots of things. Though, let's not make the tent too personal. I want something fun," she said, remembering the last Carnival adventure which divulged some of her personal memories.

by **The BranRiech** » Wed Mar 16, 2016 4:38 pm

Drova

Drova in-fact, did not mind the job of busing the plate one bit. However miffed he was that somehow cleaning up the mess was also his own responsibility, he had to admit that carrying the plate off wasn't as bad as having to clean it up by oneself. He brought it back over to the counter, leaving it where everyone else had left their own dishes, before sauntering back over to the table once more. He took a little longer on the way back, trying to minimize the time he'd have to help clean.

"Anything left to clean?" He asked, right as he walked up to his friend, with the General standing nearby.

He looked the man over, and was impressed once more.

For all the talk of Romulus not knowing what he was doing, Drova had to admit that at least he looked the part of the fearless leader. His imposing form was definitely one that the Prince wouldn't want to mess with in any context.

"General . . . Right? You're Romulus? Sorry, I was tired when we were introduced." He noted, leaning down next to Marcus to aid in wiping some of the forlorn crumbs away.

--

Bran

"Here's hoping." Bran said, still a little wary of the skeletal little Pygmy that was guiding them along Torii's mind. "I'm not scared, just that some of these things are unnerving, no?" He asked, hoping to find agreement in the more refined of the Dimitrov sisters. Katya was definitely different since he'd last seen her, but at least her mind probably wasn't filled with strange space battles, skeletal creatures, or nightmare forests.

No, hers was probably filled with caviar, or something equally as boring and bourgeois. Maybe fast cars, and fancy dresses?

Bran's mind had drifted off by that point, trying to get away from imagining Katya in a dress, to Rylli wearing some fancy dresses. "Mmm." He nodded, appreciating the thought as he climbed up into the (Admittedly) nice interior of the carriage that was to take them to the castle.

"More Drones? At least I know what those are." He said jokingly, smiling at his friends.

by **Torsiedelle** » Wed Mar 16, 2016 5:36 pm

Torii laughed. "Yeah. Well, I guess we'll see, Mr. Nikanor. This should be fun."

She looked a bit nervous. Didn't she know what she'd see?

The ride was fast. It took almost no time, as was usually the case with strange dreams. The forests made way to another field, this one seemingly endless, with the skies above them still twinkling, and bits of ruined shrines occaisonally dotting the land.

The castle was impressive. It was still rundown, with parts of the towering walls and roofs crumbling down the marble exterior, and moss and vines cligning to the walls near the ground. Large bronze gates opened up to a smooth pathway into a spacious, yet tight courtward. Marble pillars and palisades lined the path, and, standing guard every few meters on each side were guards. These guards were far too tall and skinny to be human, and clad in sleek, ominous armor. Smooth, featureless helmets hid what was underneath; the armor itself was slightly worn and scratched, and each soldier wore the same uniforms in white, black, then white and black again, mimicing a checkerboard style pattern.

They peered down at the carriage as it came to a halt. The pygmy hopped off, and the door swung open for the trio to exit. Torii was the first out again. The guards said nothing, with the exception of one black-clad soldier that hopped down from the walls - a height that would probably break a human's legs.

It squabbled with the pygmy for a moment before leaving them alone. Torii waved. "This way."

by **Fvaarniimar** » Wed Mar 16, 2016 6:17 pm

Tent Time!
I'd like to join Macy, but be in a different bird.

She wasn't sure, at first, what had changed; a moment later she realized that she had sped up and was now doing full loops in instants. White-knuckled, she clung to the string, grip slipping for only moments before it seemed to stick to her hairy feet.

What's happening to my eyes?! She opened her mouth to scream to the others - and found that her jaws had rotated. The Carnival. I've been - transformed somehow?

It was entirely possible that said others had noticed - if nothing else - her apparent disappearance and that of the rope, now comparable to a narrow string. It had wrapped around the bubble-bird, but without significant weight on the end the wrapping had proved quite loose.

The tops of the disjointed images the girl-bee saw had darkened, and then there was something shiny -

SNAP.

For a moment everything was dark, save for something at the rear corners of her eyes. Buzzing backwards, Rmwtyliin found herself surrounded by diffuse bluish light.

She'd wanted to be in the bird, and birds ate bugs. It hadn't been a huge step, conceptually, from insectoid wings to insect body - although it certainly wasn't easy to adapt to.

Me again, please. And so she was - exactly as she'd been upon entry, save for the coat/fanny pack. It seemed Duncan had also shrunk. The bird squawked in protest. But with the wings! And I think I saw some shiny green stuff like an insect - maybe my clothes...or -

Her skin turned iridescent green. The bubble-bird had bobbed downwards when her weight had increased, floating straight towards Macy; the Fvaarnimarn was within earshot in time to catch the last two sentences.

Her huge grin vanished. "Yeah, let's not. Fun sounds good - maybe we could think of something we'll all enjoy, that is all think 'we want something we'll all like, which isn't personal?'"

The bubble faded to an insubstantial purple cloud and she glided to the ground, standing in front of the tent. Rmwtyliin's smile was back, if more tentative and forced than it had been.

by **Chedastan** » Wed Mar 16, 2016 10:01 pm

It had only been a few minutes since the General and his squires had started to clean up the cyborg's mess, and already they had made considerable progress in doing so, probably much to the satisfaction of the tavern's dwarven patrons and owner. By the time Drova had returned to them, they were pretty much done cleaning. As he finished one another spot, Romulus just simply shook his head when the Prince had asked them if there was anything more to be done, he knew it was basically time for them to go into the inn to meet up again with their group.

When Drova spoke again, Romulus was quite surprise that the Prince had apparently only just now remembered his name, after a whole day of traveling with each other no less. Though it's not like the General was offended, in fact he should have known this would be the case with several people in his group, those that didn't even have much of a clue of who he was, much less an idea. He simply smiled and leaned down to helped wipe clean the last spot. "Yes it is Romulus, Drova. Don't feel too bad, I still came here pretty recently, and none of you had really gotten acquainted with me yet." He said to the Prince, then stood up and looked around for anymore messes, finding none.

"Well looks we're done here, squires. Lets go to the inn now, everyone is probably waiting for us." He said to them and then begun to walk out the tavern, gesturing for them to follow.

The Inn

It wasn't too hard to tell where everyone had conjugated themselves in, it was quite easy in fact to find them. Before just simply barging in though, Romulus opted to knock on the door to the room first.

Knock, knock

"We're back! Hope we didn't miss too much!" He then added from the door.

by **Swith Witherward** » Thu Mar 17, 2016 6:37 am

SERENDIPITY - STABLES

Vroo, worn out and now sleepy from the incessant pestering efforts, settled into the straw near Opa's feet. He said nothing when Marcus stopped by to check on their care, and passed into slumber moments after the lad departed.

SERENDIPITY - INN

The young priest's hurried footsteps allowed him to arrive only moments after Romulus and Drova. He approached the pair standing outside the common room door, and then brushed by them with a soft "pardon me" in order to let them all in. A contented smile flashed across his lips - the long room's single stove still had its coals glowing. It would stave off the chill. He settled onto an unoccupied bed and allowed himself a moment to take stock of everyone in the common room. He supposed they hadn't missed much in conversation.

by **Giovenith** » Thu Mar 17, 2016 8:22 am

Having helped with the clean-up a little, Giovenith spent most of her time on the way back to the inn and the few minutes settling in on an origami creation. It was a relatively huge thing for a paper folding project, growing into something she needed both her arms to carry by the time it had been completed. It was made with many kinds of elaborate and detailed papers all folded into one final shape, and as everyone settled, she made her way to the center to set the project on a pulled up stool for everyone to see.

"This is a typical cave," she explained, gesturing to the large paper project. "Many dragons live in caves, though it's not the only kind of place they can dwell. There are many different kinds of dragons, but most of them share some common features..."

In further demonstration, she gently pulled on a few tabs in the little paper cave piece, causing several origami dragons to come poking out from wee hiding places in the folds.

"In my culture, it is forbidden to antagonize dragons for no good reason," the godling continued. "But we nonetheless understand that they are dangerous creatures that sometimes need to be fought off, so we have had many centuries to develop quick, humane ways to deal with them if needed, as well as the tools necessary."

Giovenith knelt down on her knees to fetch one of the origami dragons from it's tuck-away spot, placing it in her hand to show everyone.

"The best place to strike a dragon is it's abdomen," she explained, turning the piece over in her palm and pointing to it's belly. "The second best is the throat, but you normally want to avoid that because of the teeth. The mouth is one of their most powerful weapons, and they have very good reflexes with it. Normally, the tricky part of taking down a dragon is how to be able to get to the belly in the safest way possible - dragons normally sleep on their stomachs, but trying to face one while it is still awake is danger beyond imagining..."

by **Primordial Luxa** » Thu Mar 17, 2016 12:30 pm

Inn
Primordial moved to sit on his own cot and began going through his backpack. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular but making sure that everything he needed was accounted for an in good condition. He was slightly worried about thieves in this new place and wanted to ensure his possession were safe.

He listened a bit as Maghrl explained his own powers and training but found it hard to follow the creatures disjointed syntax so he was confident he missed some parts of his descriptions. He supposed that perhaps Maghrl could be taught a more universal syntax like Aklo but he figured it would be impolite to suggestion that.

When Giovenith began explaining the important details of dragon anatomy with her typically whimsical paper figures he focused his attention on her. He found the notes on weak points exceedingly useful. His own books had hinted at such weaknesses but hearing them repeated by a god was reassuring. He raised a hand as Gio finished her thought and asked as politely as possible. “I know dragons are inherently magical creature, could you speak about their magical weaknesses? I’m curious if some of our magic users power might not affect Varg.”

by **The BranRiech** » Sat Mar 19, 2016 1:32 pm

Bran

What was with the guards?

Was anything Torii dreamed about even human? Or did she not even know? She'd said that she'd never visited the castle before, yet still, it had to be something she actively thought about considering that they were all visiting it at the moment. "You think we can get something to eat in there, I wonder?" He asked, eyebrow raised somewhat as he stepped out of the carriage to the ground below, his trench coat billowing around his knees on landing.

He stopped dead in his tracks however, when the black guard descended from above, landing in front of them without so much as a greeting.

A simple nod was all Bran could think of, and he silently started to follow the guard, with the assumption that the two sisters would follow as well. He actually stopped for a few steps, letting Torii catch up. "This is all . . . All you, right?"

by **Torsiedelle** » Sat Mar 19, 2016 3:48 pm

Torii smiled. "Trust me, Mr. Nikanor."

The path they were led down was a long, well-maintained corridor, with a black & white checkerboard pattern to it, just like the guards. Sections of the walls were just pillars, with the cool night air pooring in, giving a pristine view of the land outside. In between sets of pillars were solid walls, on which baroque style murals hung. Each one was a different depiction of either the white knights battling terrifying, hellish monsters, or the black nights battling beautiful shining angels. At the end of the hall, hanging above a large doorway, was a painting of both sides coming together, shaking hands.

Past that doorway was a large open room. Two guards stood by the door. A faint singing could be heard if one listened closely.

The area had a peaceful, safe feeling to it all.

The black knight spoke in a deep, distorted voice. "Order and Chaos are here, and we are afraid of neither."

Katya looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Torii simply nodded. She was thinking of something...maybe.

........

What the hell did she care if she "wasn't a team player"? That other kid should have been able to keep up.

Audette looked out into the forest ahead of her. Her foxhole was cold...

One of her platoon mates had hurt their leg while on a mission with her. Audette, being cocky and impatient when it came to other soldiers, pressed on. Was it wrong to do? She had been frustrated; they had almost no time to waste, and besides, the other soldiers in her group could take care of their injured battle buddy. Audette only cared about one thing, and that was getting the mission done.

Looking back on it, she wasn't much happier than before she'd remembered her day. Audette laid her M16 on the edge of her foxhole and climbed out. She'd go patrol her camp.

The memory faded. Audette sighed. She had really been a hardass. "Too bad my attitude got me in trouble.", She mentally scolded herself. She didn't exactly want to remember her Basic Training days. She stepped out the tent and took a moment to breath. These tents were weird, weird and too personal for her liking.

Audette needed a cigarette.

by **Chedastan** » Sat Mar 19, 2016 9:38 pm

As Romulus had entered the room, he made quick note that pretty much everyone was present yet again, though he was a bit amazed that this room could appropriately fit all of them. Judging by what he could tell when coming in, he could only suspect that him and his squires haven't missed much of the conversation thankfully. He walked in some more, and found a spot by the wall where he could stand by and see everyone. Before he could say anything more, he listened to what Giovenith finally had to say about she knew about dragons to them.

Obviously a lot of it came as information the General already would have known of, or have already figured. Though he imagine this would likely come as crucial information to anyone present whose home dimension lacked a proper beast of the sort like Varg. Though it's not like the General himself had fought many of them personally, given that most of the dragons that the Wilhelm Imperium had encountered in the past have either been completely annihilated by them already, or turned into auxilia. So he guessed he could at least appreciate a refresher or two.

"If I may ask too." He started right after Prim was done. "What sort of protection does the typical hide of a dragon grant to it? We know that at least firearms wouldn't do much to Varg, as the ogres mentioned. But what about in terms of melee weapons? What exactly is the threshold needed for something to go through dragon hide?" He asked the Godling.

by **Stormwrath** » Sun Mar 20, 2016 12:57 am

Carnival

"Do not worry," Macy replied as the bubble was carried by a downward air current, floating her to the ground. "I have no memory of being at an actual Carnival, so there will be no personal things to wish." Even so, she was ignorant of why Rmwytliin and Kale wouldn't want to conjure up something they deemed "personal" with their wishes.

The bubble touched the ground and burst, popping into a large group of little bubbles that floated up to the sky. One of the bubbles floated in front of Macy's face and landed on her nose, bursting in a faint pop. Perhaps the giggle that came from her mouth was the most childlike giggle she had ever chortled. "Hee-hee!"

Bright colors characterized the exterior of the tent, colors that leaned to the warm side of the color wheel. There were little triangle flags that were attached to the ropes holding the tent down, as well as a little flag flying at the top. An empty wagon sat right next to the tent, devoid of any wild animals. To add to that, two of its wheels were detached from the wagon, and they were placed leaning on it.

Macy was the first one to enter the tent. Aside from the large pole that was planted in the middle of the tent, and the seats that surrounded the center stage, it was mostly empty. There wasn't any tightrope over her head, and there weren't any trapezes either. The swimming pool and accompanying high platform was also missing.

Walking to the middle of the tent she took a small twirl, gazing at the top of the tent. It was quite spacious. She asked, "So what should we wish first?"

by **Giovenith** » Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:01 am

Primordial and Romulus' question had similar answers, so Giovenith tried to kill two birds with one stone.

"Like most predatory reptiles, dragon hide is extremely tough and can't be pierced by any random tool you pick up," she explained. "As for magic, well that honestly depends on the kind of dragon. See, dragons aren't much different from dogs, spiders, birds, sharks, or a wide variety of other creatures in that the species is incredibly versatile. When it comes to magic, different dragons have different powers and weaknesses..."

The godling reached into her pocket and pulled out a dragon plushie and a small black stone.

"From what we've learned so far about Varg, he clearly possesses a much, much higher degree of magic than any of my pantheon's dragons," she said. "He seems to be sentient whereas my dragons are largely animalistic. I will likely still be able to communicate with him on an instinctual level, but that doesn't mean I will have influence over him. It also means that whatever information I can provide is very generalized, and we have no way of knowing if Varg possesses specific deviations from normal base dragon traits. That said though, I know that for most dragons, this works."

She ran the stone across the plushie's stomach, exposing the stuffing. She would apologize to it and stitch it up later.

"Obsidian. Fighting fire with fire, fire's rock against fire's beast. In the ancient times of my culture, if a dragon proved to be a danger, the followers would beseech my mother and she would sanctify it's slaying but only with this type of tool. They had a method to making the rock more durable while keeping it's sharpness, so it was both the best and only righteous tool with which to kill a dragon. I'm sure in modern times now they have better weapons, but this what I know to work. I can help create these weapons and sanctify them, as Pearlelei's daughter."

by **Chedastan** » Mon Mar 21, 2016 5:39 pm

Romulus nodded at the Godling's small demonstration on the dragon plushie. Just as he believed, a dragon was still only an beast that had inherit flaws to exploit, and Varg, whether also undead and magical or not, was no exception. Obviously when spring comes back around, they'll still need scouts to figure out exactly what Varg is truly capable of, and of course keep their positions throughout the journey secured. He spoke up.

"Me and Sandy were discussing not too long ago about the prospects of our group having at least two designated scouts to keep our general area of traveling secured. As we seen demonstrated by Old Sam earlier, we are in well need of people in those scout positions. Obviously that for the most part will have to wait for spring when we resume the quest, but in the meantime, anyone interested can come up now, and we'll get this sorted already." He nodded towards Sandy, and turned to look back towards the Godling.

He was curious about Giovenith's mention of obsidian and fighting fire against fire. While he had no doubt that his blade, the Magnum Langschwert Madeleine, would still effortlessly slice through Varg like a burning knife through butter, he knew he should probably check with the Godling first on how effective the sword would be.

"By the way, Giovenith, do you know if this should work against Varg?" He said to Giovenith as he partially unsheathed his sword, for everyone around able to to see clearly, as it instantly lit up the room in very bright, prismatic rainbow light. The blade also vibrantly gave off a humming noise as it was exposed to the air. Knowing what it was capable of if something were to go wrong with his demonstration, the General responsibly opted to keep the blade only partially out of its scabbard, and ready to return it at anytime.

"This is my sword, given to me when I became General of the Wilhelm Imperium, the Magnum Langschwert Madeleine. It has served me quite well whenever I've used it, and always manages to go through practically everything I strike it with. It was forged with only the finest metals and prisms my home could muster, and enchanted by the Head of my Pantheon, Maccabees. And trust my word, this has effortlessly burnt and melted most materials on mere contact alone, and just as easily boiled flesh off men, which is why I wear these gauntlets to even hold it without it melting my hands off." He explained to them before returning the blade fully to its scabbard, dimming the lighting back down to normal as he did.

by **New Aksarben** » Mon Mar 21, 2016 6:37 pm

the Squib nodded along with Giovenith's explanations of what Dragons were like, drawing parallels with the Krayt Dragons of Tatooine, and finding it in juxtaposition with the tales he'd heard of the 'Star Dragons' or Duinuogwuin. They were only called dragons due to human legends, but they were peaceful and philosophical interstellar travelers who preferred words over wars. From what he'd heard of Varg though, he seemed like an undead intelligent Krayt than a Star Dragon, or like one of the later's feral offspring.

Maghrl raised one of his hands after the general asked for volunteers for scouting, giving a little nod as well. The little Jedi was obviously volunteering for the job of being a scout while on the road. "Maghrl senses, Forcewise and otherwise, keen. Pick up beings threaten group from distance if Maghrl focus well."

The General's sword dazzled the Squib, his instincts demanding him to try to obtain it, due to its obvious brilliance and rarity. Blinking those unbidden thoughts away, the squib realized the godling might be able to help tell him if his sabers would be able to affect the dragon either, and as such brought out one of his shoto blades, thumbing the ignition to light the brilliant purple blade with a hiss. "Maghrl does have same question General does. 'Sabers made of condense plasma blade, melts toughest alloy Alliances have, sheers organics instantly." He was trying to shorten his sentences to make more sense, though his accent was as always hard to interpret. After a brief moment to let those assembled see, he thumbed the switch again, extinguishing it.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Mar 22, 2016 1:11 am

Rmwtyliin's wish hadn't changed, but she vocalized it anyway. "Something we'll all find fun, which isn't personal for any of us, isn't serious, is not dangerous in the least..."

I don't want to be upset by you like last year; I doubt Kale wants that.

Music began to play; an oddly eclectic arrangement of styles and songs, overlapping in unusual ways.

A fluid melody heavy on vocals wove in. Isn't this 'Orchids and Tides?' It faded too suddenly for her to be certain, but all of the girls would in turn recognize a few lines of melody or of harmony as from songs that they enjoyed. It was soothing to the point that the change didn't immediately register, at least not with Rmwtyliin. Soon enough she did notice.

"We're falling!" That said, if this was a fall it was a very gentle one. As though through water. Rather suddenly it became water; breathing proceeded without incident as scintillating fish swam around the trio.

It felt, as they reached the ground, as though they'd fallen for some time. (In reality, they couldn't have said more than a few sentences to each other.) They stood on the seafloor - or rather they stood on Rmwtyliin's expectation and imaginings of what it would look like, which rather resembled a beach minus the shoreline. Tall trees with seaweed for leaves and driftwood for branches dotted the sand. More normal undersea flora and fauna would likely start sprouting when the others realized that they were supposed to be under the sea. (If nothing else, the Disney song which kept creeping into the musical arrangement might tip at least Kale off.

All shoes had vanished. A wish would return them, but the sand was soft underfoot. Neither crustaceans nor molluscs nor fish threatened the little group, although many of the latter swam close enough to touch and a few critters off in the distance snapped jaws or claws in a somewhat menacing manner. The beach was littered with shells, most occupied, but these obligingly started to scoot away from spots the instant stepping on them was even considered.

There was no lack of possible adventures. If they felt like taking the obvious route, there was in fact a door midair some fathoms off. On the way - there or elsewhere - they'd encounter subtler options - a tree with a lowish first branch here, something glinting in the sand there, a line of eerie melody which wove itself into the arrangement perfectly yet seemed to come from their right as opposed to all around them.

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Mar 22, 2016 11:17 am

Drova

Discussion about Dragons, eh?

Drova nodded, taking his place along the wall, trying to remain out of the way of anyone else as Giovenith had started answering questions. With the entire group somehow shoved into the single room, the Prince knew well enough that it was as good a time as any to get some questions out of the way. He only had one or two niggling thoughts about the prospect of battling Varg, which he decided to voice.

After Romulus showed the Godling his sword, Drova piped up, stepping forward.

"It may seem out of place, Gio, for which I'm sorry, but how many people should be fighting, when it comes down to it? Would too many people be a liability in a fight, or do we need everyone we have?"

His eyes shifted around the group. It felt . . . It felt right. The amount of people they brought along seemed varied enough to counter most threats one could imagine, maybe even the Dragon-Lich they were going to fight down the line.

--

Bran

"I think it means that both of them are important to Torii, or they both play an equal part?" The Conscript whispered to Katya, trying to keep Torii from hearing them as they debated what each thing in her mind was. Was it rude to judge the contents of someone's mind when it's contents were on display? Or was none of this even real, just another apparition by the Carnival's tent? One thing was for sure, was that they were definitely still in the tent, still at the Carnival, and still stuck in the new world, far away from Bielefeld, from home. And yet even then, they were still browsing the castle that was Torii's mind.

"Can we go in, Torii?" He asked, eyeing the guards as he cracked a few of his fingers, listening to the satisfying pops of the joints.

He stepped up, again, and stood beside Torii.

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 22, 2016 4:43 pm

Torii laughed. "Can you? Be my guest.", She said.

The sound of banter could be heard inside, like a hushed meeting. The guards stood still as stone, unconcerned with the three friends. Torii nudged Bran and Katya along.

The Throne Room was large and spacious. It was arranged so that the rows of seats in the court branched out from the sides of the Royal throne. The throne itself was empty, while the court spoke amongst each other; synthetic beings, skeletal monsters, beautiful maidens, and simple, average people convened.

"Looks like the forum, or court. Whatever you call it.", Torii said. "Wonder why this place is full of people. I bet something is about to happen."

Torii looked intrigued. "I wanna see what it is."

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:23 pm

Giovenith shook her head.

"I'm honestly not sure about your weapon, General," she admitted. "Though I wouldn't put too many bets on it. Same goes for you, sir..." she nodded towards Maghrl, whom she was completely unfamiliar with. "When it comes to battling the ancient and mystic, it's usually not at all a safe bet to trust the new, flashy, and modern. You can go on and on about all the advancements you think your tools have, but what works against forces such as these is not something that can be boiled down to blueprints, tales of valor, or glittering traits. It's something deeper and beyond our description."

Putting away the obsidian into her pocket, the godling sat down on her knees and began to sew up the plushie.

"As for your question, Drova," she said. "Generally it is a good idea to use large numbers against dragons. Large numbers, but also stealth. There will need to be people who keep it's attention while the others try their best to strike for vitals."

by **The Carlisle** » Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:00 pm

The magical journey started in an instant. Falling through the sky... no ocean... She was moving through water, able to see clearly and breath. She was sinking, sinking lower and lower until they reach the sandy floor, touching it with her bare feet. Kelp and driftwood stood tall like real ones in a forest, fish moving through the kelpy leaves. Shells dotted the sands, moving away when she moved to grasp one. Excited by the chase, Kale dashed quickly, jumping through the water and catching one shell in her hands. It was a spiral shell, colored purple and pink. It's inhabitant a small hermit crab.

"Nice home," Kale said with a giggle before putting the crab back down on the floor and watching it scuttle away. She looked around the wide ocean savanna, curious on what to do next. The door looked interesting, and she could hear something off in the distance that peaked her curiosity. A thought crossed her mind, pertaining to traveling through the area. In her mind she wished for transportation for the three of them, something that fitted the ocean theme. And in seconds after her wish, off in the distance coming towards them were three sea creatures. A dolphin, a sea turtle, and a manta ray. All were of similar sizes but bigger than the three girls. The three sea creatures settled in front of the group, waiting for them to hop on.

Kale giggled with glee and hopped on the back of the manta ray. "Come on guys, let's ride them!" she said with a child-like joy. She petted the front of the manta ray profusely, absolutely enchanted by the majestic creature.

by **Northwest Slobovia** » Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:45 pm

Sandy considered Giovenith's demonstrations and answers, rubbing his jawline with his index finger as he did so. "Giovenith, how specific a shape can you make out of obsidian? Bullets or slugs for guns, perhaps? I might be in the market for obsidian-bladed horseshoes... horse slippers? Hm... Maybe it would be best to talk to Willow or Sterling about the details of what I'll need, but either one would take a funny-shaped blade."

"As to distractions..." Sandy trailed off, his eyes defocused but moving as he recalled a scene. He addressed not only Giovenith, but Romulus and the others. "Just before the rest of you came into the tavern, Marcus, Drova, and I were just starting to talk about teams and tactics. We have three fliers -- Drova, Lucius, and myself -- and even if Varg is weakest on his belly, he may not enjoy attacks from above. If he could be lured out his den to better attack us -- if I understood Amanda correctly, the ogres say it's not a cave but a ruin -- we might be able to lead him into an ambush. I've played the rabbit before... while it's no fun being chased by a powerful opponent, it's a brutally effective trick."

by **Stormwrath** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:30 am

Wait a second…

Water!?! Of all the things that Rmwtyliin could've wished for, it was to fill the room with water. Macy began to panic, not because she was going to lose her breath. She tried to activate her flight modules, but they didn't work. The water line crept up her body higher and higher, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact, it seemed that something was pulling her down. She frantically moved her arms around, splashing some water away from her. The more she waved them around, the more she was pulled down. Her body was submerged in the water.

"Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her voice, but her speech was distorted by the water into a garbled sound. No bubbles came out of her mouth. Kale and Rmw may not have heard her screams very well, though they would very well see her arms and legs flailing about. Macy closed her eyes shut. Nononononooo… I don't want my insides to fry! Please don't let them fry!

She opened one of her eyes, and saw that the azure light from above was faint. A small fish swam above her head, blocking part of the light. She also felt some sand nestled between her fingers, along with a couple of small shells. Her feet seemed to be wet for some reason. Were her shoes missing? Sitting up and taking a look at the kelp forest around her, as well as some driftwood about her, she realized that she was at the bottom of the sea. T'was a miracle she didn't malfunction! This was all happening inside a circus tent—she couldn't believe it herself—and she was still functioning as if she was dry. She was just about to get Rmwtyliin's attention, when she realized that she might not be understood down here. Can my voice be clear like on land?

She wasn't sure if the magical forces will respond, but perhaps she could give a try. "Rmwtyliin," she called out to her, her voice now heard clearly. "I don't know if I might enjoy the sea. After all, I am robotic."

Before an answer was given, a dolphin, a sea turtle and a manta ray stopped in front of the three. Seeing Kale get on the manta ray, Macy got on the back of the sea turtle. Now they were off to see the sea. The turtle began to swim a little higher, providing Macy with a bigger view of the seafloor. It was all so beautiful. There was lots of seaweed, some corals, a few shells, and an endless underwater desert. A school of fish swam past her, and then turned to surround her and the three in a circle. Round and round the fish swam, and their scales glistened with the light from above. "Wow," gasped Macy in amazement.

She wondered if those fish could talk to her—it would be nice if they did. In an instant, one of them opened its mouth and spoke to the three girls. "Greetings, land-dwellers! What brings you here to the ocean?"

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