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Prologue: The Summoning (Open to 3-4 max)
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Prologue: The Summoning (Open to 3-4 max)
??? "It's been so long, that lot... and still, I will remember them forever." The tall, and rather powerful fanged-toothed devil said with equipoise. His long fingernails tapped his right thigh one at a time, as he spat a thin bone from his lips, leaning up in his large throne from a slouching position. Cracking both sides of his neck, the entity stands up. He is a Teifling, an outer edge species that-- for what the world knows, once enslaved and conquered worlds. However, being one of the last Teifling left-- the Foreteller uses his clairvoyance to assemble teams before the Campaigns begin. This normally involves sending them on a journey, where they will be tested by the divine against the shadows of Chaos. It is for this reason that he is not hunted or perhaps maimed simply for his species, and yet in the same hand. He must stay alone at the temple-- attending to his divine role. In this place, surrounded on all sides by expansive desert. Actually finding the Foreteller is next to impossible-- one is only granted admission by the entity into his dwelling by his own beck and call. Such is his role, appointed by the most high. When an individual reaches mental maturity. The Foreteller summons them forward. Choosing his champions. Orange and black electrical sparks would begin to hum around the entity as his hands are brought together to fire a beam twenty meters ahead into an empty "gate" walkway. Upon reaching it, the magic seems to melt atop itself, until the walkway is completely full, and resembles an open portal. The beams stops finally and Foreteller lowers his hand, orange static danced around the room, electrodes sizzling. "In the name of the Four Realms and with the power to see into the hearts of the brave... The minds of the wicked, and the reprieve of the indifferent. Show me the most dedicated to the role. The world needs you adventurers-- enter the portal." |
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It was one sunday afternoon. Amastacia had just finished her daily training and had then decided to go to her favorite coffee shop for an iced mocha latte while she works on her studies as she is a major in criminology.
She was seen wearing casual clothing to say the least; dark blue skater jeans with a black cropped tee and an oversized grey zip up over it. she had decided to go with some classic combat boots for this look. Some may say this look was raggy while she thought it was quite comfy and that’s all that really matters to her. She never cared about what others thought to say the least. She just did whatever her heart desires, that being whatever benefited her.
Shortly after she got her order she then started her class project. “Ah, unsolved murder?” she mutters to herself, “How devastating.” As she resumes to the topic of her research making sure to include every important detail to the event of that time, she starts to notice a small orb form on her computer. “Well this can’t be normal” she thought to herself.
As she stares abruptly at her computer screen, she begins to notice an orb starting to grow wider forming some sort of portal. She then realizes the orange electrical sparks come out her screen screen causing her to assume her computer is now completely done for.
At this point, she feels like she’s in some sort of Harry Potter mind trick, being the chosen one. This struck her with curiosity as she put her hand through the screen watching it absorb her.
After a minute or so of doing this, the portal for what it was known to be had gotten ahold of her pulling her into her screen. As she falls into this forsaken realm, she feels as if she is in a dream.
“Where am I?” she asks herself, picking herself up from the ground, “Is this where my father request that I be?” She looks around, clueless and searching for answers. Little does she know that this magnificent event can determine her fate.
She was seen wearing casual clothing to say the least; dark blue skater jeans with a black cropped tee and an oversized grey zip up over it. she had decided to go with some classic combat boots for this look. Some may say this look was raggy while she thought it was quite comfy and that’s all that really matters to her. She never cared about what others thought to say the least. She just did whatever her heart desires, that being whatever benefited her.
Shortly after she got her order she then started her class project. “Ah, unsolved murder?” she mutters to herself, “How devastating.” As she resumes to the topic of her research making sure to include every important detail to the event of that time, she starts to notice a small orb form on her computer. “Well this can’t be normal” she thought to herself.
As she stares abruptly at her computer screen, she begins to notice an orb starting to grow wider forming some sort of portal. She then realizes the orange electrical sparks come out her screen screen causing her to assume her computer is now completely done for.
At this point, she feels like she’s in some sort of Harry Potter mind trick, being the chosen one. This struck her with curiosity as she put her hand through the screen watching it absorb her.
After a minute or so of doing this, the portal for what it was known to be had gotten ahold of her pulling her into her screen. As she falls into this forsaken realm, she feels as if she is in a dream.
“Where am I?” she asks herself, picking herself up from the ground, “Is this where my father request that I be?” She looks around, clueless and searching for answers. Little does she know that this magnificent event can determine her fate.
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UNHOLY BLADE Hyacinth's blade came cleaving into a tree, knocking it down with one mighty swing. As it fell, he bellowed a hearty laugh, knowing that it would shape into a fine canoe to float him downwind and take him into the cape, where he could find wilderness, far outside the control of the capitol Iluvatar, and into some unknown grey areas where one could fetch a nice reward. Hyacinth was from the North Realm, but he knew that of the four, this was the safest. Which was unremarkable to a warrior like himself! Unfortunately, without a valid magic license, one was not permitted portal travel around the continent... Which meant death to try and get to the different capitols by foot. Nonetheless, Hyacinth was always determined to make it East. Stories of undead, ghosts, and horrible abominations illustrated an image of battle that few battle lust folk like himself could resist charging into. So picking up the back of the tree, Hyacinth began to drag it down a hill, until he come across the lake's beach. Dropping it and dusting his hands off, he turned and stared out over the water. Suddenly, a large orange orb, and black electricity began to illuminate the area. The wind picked up and the emboldened knight felt a hint of allure in this thing. He began charging through the water to put his hand inside the sphere, and feel the mighty invigoration of power that he was so lucky to trespass into! A force would suck him through space and push him out in the West Realm. Sliding out of the air onto his knee-pads, he stood up swiftly, he realised he was without a weapon, but surely he had the strength to face off with a foe. The knight skimmed his area, seeing a maiden with white hair, snow atop a black eye-cover. He wondered if that meant she was blind, or merely hiding her appearance. Then he meets his gaze on the Teifling, standing menacingly, staring him down. "Ah-- a fiend, you wanna fuck with me?! and this bitch on the floor..." The knight said, looking back at the girl. "Get up and help me fight that damn thing." He bent his knees, hands touch the floor as if he were about to propel as a runner would... |
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??? And just like that, his champions had arrived... but where was the third? He begged to question, with the purple one yelling across the room at the magnificent devil's chuckle. A mighty heart indeed, and the genius elf. A sleight of hand duellist, something to respect in a world of magic. Adventurers. The Teifling began to hover over the ground ascending into the air. The room would be lit aflame, as it was previously shady, and dim. All the torches against the wall drawing a burst of warm light, revealing the temple's painted walls. Revealing the history of time that was, jagged rocks had been carved to the decal, the great room was a sight to behold. Ahead, a large maroon rug and a single throne chair made from the stone was all that was. Of course, and the gates, three that were behind the throne, and the one they'd come out of, of course. "Save your battle cries for foes you can handle. I am the Foreteller, teller of all that I see. Summoner of adventurers, selected among the most high." The monster said, his lips pursing with a grin. "In a nutshell, we both serve the balance of this reality, you see? You are the lambs for the sacrifice, and I am the one who reveals your targets to you." The being channelled the element of fire into his hand, widening the flames, within the images of his prophecy could be seen. A monster, the Undead Bardiche, Malacoda was executing Human soldiers in the swamp-lands, it was high time someone fought this monster back before all good people are eradicated from the bayous. "In your heart, seeing this monster tells you all that you may need to know. Shall I prepare the gate, or do you think the third will arrive?" The devil chortled with the distorting waves of a demon. Since the portal was still open, there was always a chance, one more champion would push their way through... |
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Lucrezia had only been aboard her train out of Ilúvatar for a few hours, but she was already smitten. She found a plush chair in the train's observation car to plant herself in after her ticket was punched, and had been seated there since. She watched excitedly out the window as the towering shapes of the city gave way to modest one and two story houses and buildings in the surrounding suburbs and townships. Further beyond, those structures grew more sparse, she watched green expanses of grass and trees spread out. She had never realized there was so much natural beauty in such close proximity to her father's estate.
After the forestry stretched on for awhile, Lucrezia decided she was ready to read for awhile. She pulled a braille book from her purse and began to read quietly. The thrum of the train gliding down the tracks provided a wonderful ambiance for reading. She was so engrossed in her reading, that she never noticed the small cracking orb appear in front of her. The orb crackled and grew, catching hold of her foot.
The tugging was gentle at first. Lucrezia lowered her book, half expecting a curious child or a fellow passenger trying to awkwardly slip by. Instead, she found an entity she didn't understand trying to swallow her. Lucrezia yelped and tried to tug herself free, but struggling only made its pull stronger. It swallowed her other leg, and by that point, it was too late to shake herself free. The magic orb engulfed her, removing her from her seat.
Lucrezia was spat out onto her back. Her glasses had been knocked from her face, and lay next to her. The disoriented girl sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw she was not alone, There were two other people in the room, and one person or thing she couldn't identify.
"Hello?" She called out to her fellows with an uncertain voice. She clutched for her purse, which had thankfully remained around her shoulder through the portal.
"Where are we? Is this a dream?"
After the forestry stretched on for awhile, Lucrezia decided she was ready to read for awhile. She pulled a braille book from her purse and began to read quietly. The thrum of the train gliding down the tracks provided a wonderful ambiance for reading. She was so engrossed in her reading, that she never noticed the small cracking orb appear in front of her. The orb crackled and grew, catching hold of her foot.
The tugging was gentle at first. Lucrezia lowered her book, half expecting a curious child or a fellow passenger trying to awkwardly slip by. Instead, she found an entity she didn't understand trying to swallow her. Lucrezia yelped and tried to tug herself free, but struggling only made its pull stronger. It swallowed her other leg, and by that point, it was too late to shake herself free. The magic orb engulfed her, removing her from her seat.
Lucrezia was spat out onto her back. Her glasses had been knocked from her face, and lay next to her. The disoriented girl sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw she was not alone, There were two other people in the room, and one person or thing she couldn't identify.
"Hello?" She called out to her fellows with an uncertain voice. She clutched for her purse, which had thankfully remained around her shoulder through the portal.
"Where are we? Is this a dream?"
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As Amastacia regained her stability after falling into the portal and picking herself up from the ground, she noticed two other members. One coming in the very second she arrived and another a few minutes after. She analyzed the two, capturing their appearance and personalities.
When Ama heard the male's first words, she noticed that he was full of armor, looking to strike the very person looking for battle. He had the personality of a fighter but rather, Ama saw it as much of an ego. The guy might be a warrior but he has also misinterpreted Ama's abilities to fight in war just as he is at first glance."Who are you to see me as a bitch?" she says in her head giving the man a glare. "Don't call me such foolish names before you see what I'm capable of" she then replies to him with such animosity behind a hidden smile, revealing a lighthearted remark before turning her head toward the other member to be quickly observed.
This being said, the other member seemed to be nothing much but a female with fair skin and a personality that Ama had seen to be a bit like her own. Ama then noticed that the female was dressed in all white giving her a look to be of an angel so she thought. Or at least that was the best comparison Ama could think of for the fair maiden at the moment. Obviously, she had much more to learn about the two during that observation.
After Ama recollects the words of the armored man she gathers her stance causing her to position her feet in a way that makes it easier to strike her attack in defense. In return of that subtle response, she sees a man behind dark red skin with horns above his head and razor sharp teeth. Appearing monstrous. That of a devil, but with the words of a wise-man. Confused by this introduction, Ama pays attention to what is being said. It is he who summoned the three, gathering them for an adventure full of war.
Ama soaks in the information of the beastlike entity making sure to not miss any points of the objective to her destiny. She's very well aware that now she will have to play the role of determination, refusing to die without a good fight. She's trained for this long and so she insists to prove her strength using her well taught skills that she's inhabited over time as well as the skills she still has yet to achieve. "It's about time we get some shit done," Ama responds to the devils significant words in a mutter as she's set on fighting this war with such astounding performance and allegiance.
When Ama heard the male's first words, she noticed that he was full of armor, looking to strike the very person looking for battle. He had the personality of a fighter but rather, Ama saw it as much of an ego. The guy might be a warrior but he has also misinterpreted Ama's abilities to fight in war just as he is at first glance."Who are you to see me as a bitch?" she says in her head giving the man a glare. "Don't call me such foolish names before you see what I'm capable of" she then replies to him with such animosity behind a hidden smile, revealing a lighthearted remark before turning her head toward the other member to be quickly observed.
This being said, the other member seemed to be nothing much but a female with fair skin and a personality that Ama had seen to be a bit like her own. Ama then noticed that the female was dressed in all white giving her a look to be of an angel so she thought. Or at least that was the best comparison Ama could think of for the fair maiden at the moment. Obviously, she had much more to learn about the two during that observation.
After Ama recollects the words of the armored man she gathers her stance causing her to position her feet in a way that makes it easier to strike her attack in defense. In return of that subtle response, she sees a man behind dark red skin with horns above his head and razor sharp teeth. Appearing monstrous. That of a devil, but with the words of a wise-man. Confused by this introduction, Ama pays attention to what is being said. It is he who summoned the three, gathering them for an adventure full of war.
Ama soaks in the information of the beastlike entity making sure to not miss any points of the objective to her destiny. She's very well aware that now she will have to play the role of determination, refusing to die without a good fight. She's trained for this long and so she insists to prove her strength using her well taught skills that she's inhabited over time as well as the skills she still has yet to achieve. "It's about time we get some shit done," Ama responds to the devils significant words in a mutter as she's set on fighting this war with such astounding performance and allegiance.
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UNHOLY BLADE The fiend mocked Hyacinth in a way that pissed him off to the very thought of it. Yet, he was the one scrubbing out of a scrap in the fight yard. Perhaps they were skilled after all, if this monster needed them instead of his own worthless lackeys. "Foolish idiot." Hyacinth muttered through grit and clenched teeth. He knew that the mention of sacrifice was to be taken in firmly, chuckling as he took to his feet. Then, as if timely with the Forteller's own words. A third portal revealed Lucreazia to them. Being that Hyacinth was an Armored knight, with an elf at his side and a small woman beside her, he instantly began to grow impatient. "We don't know where we are, it looks like a Temple, I'm guessing he's a squatter." Hyacinth said pointing-- in the meantime the Foreteller would light the room ablaze and reveal Malacoda to the three. Hyacinth's mind began to fuel with violence. So this thing thought it could slay his people huh?! Well that really pisses him off. He feels in his heart, even if it is black these days, what he has to do. What all three of them were meant for. The Elf finally spoke towards him, he could barely make out the words in a mutter. She seemed distasteful of some of his go to catchphrases, which were valid. Had the times not been in the Elven Folk's best interest, he might have been less harsh at her but these were times of grit. Humans were lowly within respectful views to the Elves, and it showed back through the human expressions of resent. Humans could hate, they were closer to the darkness, whereas Elves were commonly thought to be more critical and higher society in this dimension. "You fetch a hard bargain, bitch is my favourite word." He said with a restful shrug, and a wave of the hand as if to dismiss the past. It seemed that out of this trio, he was going to see resentment for actions he might commit. That was all fine, but he hated having to work in groups where his words weren't pardoned. Hyacinth was normally a one man unit, being in the cross-hairs of others happened to be a weakness of his. "I am Hyacinth-- an ex-Guardsman of Iluvatar City. I have little care for the life of others and I will slay any who stand against the Four Realms. Show us the way to the East." |
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The harsh words of the crude warrior drew a frown to Lucrezia's face. It was no wonder he wasn't cut out for the Ilúvatar guards. Lucrezia knew them to be soldiers with dignity and honor. Knowing that they were inside a temple was of little help too.
Finally, Lucrezia found her glasses on the floor and pressed them to her face. Thankfully, the lenses had survived the portal undamaged. She finally was able to get a better idea of who she was with. The woman's voice she had heard earlier appeared to belong to an elf. The rude knight was dressed in armor and appeared ready for combat. He would need to be if he was so excited to go East.
Lastly there was the man who summoned the three unlikely companions together. When Lucrezia made out the shape of the horns coming from the tiefling's head, she yelped. She backpedaled as far away from him as she could put herself, until she felt her back hit the cool wall of the temple.
"A-a tiefling! How? Your kind is supposed to be-"
Lucrezia drew a small folding knife from her bag and struggled to open its blade. Her hands trembled as she brandished her modest three-inch knife at the tiefling that had summoned her off the train. She would not let herself fall victim to a barbarous enemy of humankind without putting up a fight first.
Finally, Lucrezia found her glasses on the floor and pressed them to her face. Thankfully, the lenses had survived the portal undamaged. She finally was able to get a better idea of who she was with. The woman's voice she had heard earlier appeared to belong to an elf. The rude knight was dressed in armor and appeared ready for combat. He would need to be if he was so excited to go East.
Lastly there was the man who summoned the three unlikely companions together. When Lucrezia made out the shape of the horns coming from the tiefling's head, she yelped. She backpedaled as far away from him as she could put herself, until she felt her back hit the cool wall of the temple.
"A-a tiefling! How? Your kind is supposed to be-"
Lucrezia drew a small folding knife from her bag and struggled to open its blade. Her hands trembled as she brandished her modest three-inch knife at the tiefling that had summoned her off the train. She would not let herself fall victim to a barbarous enemy of humankind without putting up a fight first.
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??? Delightful... Succulent... Appetising. Three new heroes chosen from three completely different stories. Thrust into a bid for the world they call their home; one that will require their conjoined efforts to succeed. What a splendid way for the Tiefling to entertain himself, than to feed helpless adventurers to darkness. That is, unless this trio was different from the last, stronger than those who could not survive. If that were the case, things were going to get juicy. But in order to start the prophecy, the candidates needed to be successful against a crisis. Malacoda would be no pushover, and the Quests' needed to pull him from his tower of protection would be arduous. The females seemed very aware of this detail, but the male in his steel armor was just itching to kill something. The tall devil hovered from his place over the ground, to down below where his talon-sharp toes kissed the chamber floor. A long forked, serpentine tongue slithered out from the fiend's sharp canines and licked his dark red lips hungrily. Showing that while he was leagues more intelligent than their kinds, the Tiefling was still quite beast-like. "Yes Lucrezia. I am one of that race, you Humans once called my kin the offspring of Angels... We do share DNA with an ancient species that has interacted with yours prior, but they are not... by definition... Angelic or pure creatures." The Foreteller brought both of his hands up and smashed them into each other causing a clap that boomed loudly-- a thunderclap of deafening noise, as his arms charged with orange static electricity, and a sudden spin, before the Foreteller launched a spiralling beam between the furthest right 'Gate', a previously empty corridor that seemed to be a straight hallway was filled with strange light that revealed a landscape beyond the energy comprising the Portal. "Now if all the questions are out of the way. Commence with your destiny, you are the champions your world has chosen to face the corruptive monsters invading our world. If you die, you did us a great service, if you live, you did us a great service and you will do it again. If not, then the allies beside you... Will dispose of your corrupt existence..." The Foreteller snapped his long, black, & clawed fingers so that a few purple sparks emitted from his finger-tips. Suddenly the temple shook with mighty friction-- and a sudden windstorm began to suck the three forward, starting at Hyacinth, then Amastacia, and then Lucrezia would feel the G-force winds scooting and rolling her forward towards the open portal behind where the Foreteller was. The Tiefling began to chant in laughter, which could be heard in everyone's mind. Mocking their futile lives, should they succeed, he would see them all again. The Devil vanished in a pume of white smoke, just as the three would fully lose their footing. After a free-fall fall that would feel like diving through water, the three would fall into the open swampland ground, beneath a once strong, and yet now, wilting Oak Tree. Dead leaves would scatter the forest floor-- between orange and brown, and the area would be muddy from one tree to the next, open puddles a foot deep were all one could see unless they walked beyond the tree lines, and if they did the most they'd find is creeks for a long while. (WELCOME TO THE EAST REALM). |
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As the tall beastlike entity spoke, Amastacia noticed the armored man acting out in a way of disgust towards the demons words just as the other chosen one came before them. In that very second, the armored man spoke another sentence, pointing out to the demon and claiming him to be that of a squatter. Amastacia feels this to be true as the entity mocks the trio when it was he who had brought them to this temple.
This very attitude had brought Ama to the same reaction as the first, a feeling of disgust and anger. Sharing the same emotions, Ama shows sympathy of the armored man, knowing she is not the only one offended by this slight remark from the beast.
Ama turns to the direction of the armored man as she hears his lighthearted sarcastic remark towards her previous comment. Giving him a blank look behind the mask over her eyes, she instantly responds to him softly. "I'll forgive you just this once but don't make it a habit." she replies to the man just before turning her head away from the him, swatting away at his excuse.
It was well obvious that humans had very little respect of the elves due to their class, though class meant nothing to Ama as she tries to live a pretty normal life as humans do anyways. To Ama, they are nothing different than she is other than where they came from.
Finally, the fair maiden spoke, labeling the beast as a teifling. This could've already been very well aware anyhow, as Ama had heard stories in the past of this demon-like creature. Ama watches the girl as she pulls out her blade and struggles to remove the cover. She seems petrified at the fact of this. Although it's a very valid reason to feel nervous at what stands in front of them, Ama knows that fear will only get them no where. Ama was taught that showing weakness is what will get you killed.
This leaves Ama irked by the thought of falling dead to her feet by defeat. No matter he circumstance, she refuses to show her nervous feelings, only reveling her anger and thirst for what has brought her here, refusing to go out until she is satisfied with the result that it will lead her to.
The words of the girl is then followed by a response of the demon, advising the woman that he is exactly what they all think of him to be- a teifling. Ama scowls at the beast, observing him as the same orange static that Ama witnessed at the coffee shop sparks up as the entity claps the palm of his hands together.
At this very second, Ama feels the ground beneath her shaking, creating a hole in the ground. This causes Ama to lose balance as she falls into the hole on the ground sending her through a rabbit hole. She heard the mocking laughter of the teifling as she's pulled into this downward friction just before he disappears into a mist of white smoke.
Leading the trio into a swampland ground just after the fall, Ama picks herself up. She notices the wilting oak tree right before her with orange and brown leaves surrounding her above the ground. The area was filled with mud and puddles, and looked to be of a nightmare. Though, this was not just a bad dream for Ama. It was her reality. This was just the first destination to her quest.
Ama looks around at the swamp like area, hopeless of a search for shelter and food. "I guess you can say he really threw us in the dumps." Ama says huffily to the other two, brushing herself free from any leaves sticking to her clothes. She then turns her head towards the armored man. Knowing that he is always on point with his angered tone, she is sure he will lead them to the right direction for their first fight or any fight for that matter. Right then, she curls her lips. "Where shall we start?" she asks in the mans direction, letting the words fall out. Regardless of the mans first impression, Ama gained a bit of respect towards the his demeanor. Certain that this act of behavior will only be helpful for the trio during the journey that follows them.
This very attitude had brought Ama to the same reaction as the first, a feeling of disgust and anger. Sharing the same emotions, Ama shows sympathy of the armored man, knowing she is not the only one offended by this slight remark from the beast.
Ama turns to the direction of the armored man as she hears his lighthearted sarcastic remark towards her previous comment. Giving him a blank look behind the mask over her eyes, she instantly responds to him softly. "I'll forgive you just this once but don't make it a habit." she replies to the man just before turning her head away from the him, swatting away at his excuse.
It was well obvious that humans had very little respect of the elves due to their class, though class meant nothing to Ama as she tries to live a pretty normal life as humans do anyways. To Ama, they are nothing different than she is other than where they came from.
Finally, the fair maiden spoke, labeling the beast as a teifling. This could've already been very well aware anyhow, as Ama had heard stories in the past of this demon-like creature. Ama watches the girl as she pulls out her blade and struggles to remove the cover. She seems petrified at the fact of this. Although it's a very valid reason to feel nervous at what stands in front of them, Ama knows that fear will only get them no where. Ama was taught that showing weakness is what will get you killed.
This leaves Ama irked by the thought of falling dead to her feet by defeat. No matter he circumstance, she refuses to show her nervous feelings, only reveling her anger and thirst for what has brought her here, refusing to go out until she is satisfied with the result that it will lead her to.
The words of the girl is then followed by a response of the demon, advising the woman that he is exactly what they all think of him to be- a teifling. Ama scowls at the beast, observing him as the same orange static that Ama witnessed at the coffee shop sparks up as the entity claps the palm of his hands together.
At this very second, Ama feels the ground beneath her shaking, creating a hole in the ground. This causes Ama to lose balance as she falls into the hole on the ground sending her through a rabbit hole. She heard the mocking laughter of the teifling as she's pulled into this downward friction just before he disappears into a mist of white smoke.
Leading the trio into a swampland ground just after the fall, Ama picks herself up. She notices the wilting oak tree right before her with orange and brown leaves surrounding her above the ground. The area was filled with mud and puddles, and looked to be of a nightmare. Though, this was not just a bad dream for Ama. It was her reality. This was just the first destination to her quest.
Ama looks around at the swamp like area, hopeless of a search for shelter and food. "I guess you can say he really threw us in the dumps." Ama says huffily to the other two, brushing herself free from any leaves sticking to her clothes. She then turns her head towards the armored man. Knowing that he is always on point with his angered tone, she is sure he will lead them to the right direction for their first fight or any fight for that matter. Right then, she curls her lips. "Where shall we start?" she asks in the mans direction, letting the words fall out. Regardless of the mans first impression, Ama gained a bit of respect towards the his demeanor. Certain that this act of behavior will only be helpful for the trio during the journey that follows them.
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UNHOLY BLADE Hyacinth listened to the Foreteller's words, the wishes he had dreamt of this very moment, and yet... In a dangerous world, he grew to be too cold and distrusting in the face of another entity, to believe a Tiefling as powerful as this, that he was someone going to serve it's agenda, and not his own? He withdrew a sense of empathy to this mission, when the force of winds began to pull them all forward, Hyacinth dug his fingers like claws back into the ground to his crouched position. However, the stone lacked much for his fingers to grip against, and he too went tumbling into the portal. Feeling himself fall through the vortex was a textbook of mental hallucinations bursting forth at once. The matter around his arms, and legs, separating into particles, and dripping, as he dropped through into the opposite side, as himself. The effects of whatever quantum mysteries that was... Disparately boggled the Knight. A few seconds after falling flat into a stream of dirty water, Hyacinth thrusted his torso to a sitting position, vectoring his visor upward with a cough. From behind his helm's visor the man looked around his nearby area, oppurtuning himself to his situational awareness. The sight wasn't too pretty in actuality. Though-- to this Knight, it was much better than one could ever imagine! That was until until his sense of sound seemed to come back, and he could hear Ama speaking in his general direction. Forcing him to fill her in on the dangerous journey she was trialled with. "What?! Elf woman! This is the East Realm. Asking me where to start is futile, the Swamps are ever expanding, always growing... Or so the legend says. I've never been here myself, I wouldn't know a thing anyways." Hyacinth chuckled, whilst getting to his footing from his seat in the murky stream. He looked around for the second woman in this strange triad. "My old Captain once gave detail of this Swamp to me. He told us of how it affected living organisms', depriving them of something and beginning as an ailment. It is a fever that killed his wife and children... Whether it is a miasma, or something else, no one really knows." Hyacinth went on. "There is another thing to look out for... We got plenty of bitchin' Undead to chop down here!" The Knight bellowed a hearty cry, his voice sounding almost devilish at the end. He then pondered on the thought of where they'd begin for real. "I say we cut a path directly north. In the case we find a body of water and can't cross it by nightfall, we can set up camp and fish for a good supper." |
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Lucrezia had no way to protect herself from the portal the Tiefling cast the trio into. Like her companions, she was sucked away into the portal. This time she had the sense to hold her glasses to her face and turn the blade of the knife away from herself. She landed on the mossy hummock in the swamp on her back. Her knife embedded itself in the earth next to her head. While Hyacinth spoke, she sat up and put her weapon back in her purse.
"So-" She stood up and brushed the thankfully dry moss off her butt. She had chosen a bad day to wear white. "Is the only way out of the East Realm to do as that Tiefling told us?"
This was Lucrezia's first time setting foot in a real life swamp. Unlike the grassland and forestry of the North Realm, this place offered no sights for sore eyes. Lucrezia took one step closer to the other two, but felt a wet sensation pool in the bottoms of her feet. A spongy and wet patch of grass had caught her off guard. She recoiled backwards, sticking her other foot right into the swamp water. With both feet wet with muck water, Lucrezia scrambled for the nearest tree. She stood on an exposed root above the water level and faced her companions.
"Please tell me there's a clear path, ser."
"So-" She stood up and brushed the thankfully dry moss off her butt. She had chosen a bad day to wear white. "Is the only way out of the East Realm to do as that Tiefling told us?"
This was Lucrezia's first time setting foot in a real life swamp. Unlike the grassland and forestry of the North Realm, this place offered no sights for sore eyes. Lucrezia took one step closer to the other two, but felt a wet sensation pool in the bottoms of her feet. A spongy and wet patch of grass had caught her off guard. She recoiled backwards, sticking her other foot right into the swamp water. With both feet wet with muck water, Lucrezia scrambled for the nearest tree. She stood on an exposed root above the water level and faced her companions.
"Please tell me there's a clear path, ser."
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