(06-27-2017, 04:15 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:

(06-26-2017, 11:50 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: "I have no idea what you mean by avatar but sure okay there's some evil goop going around" *hears scream* "And its attacking the other avali!" *Austin looks to his sword not sure if it'll be effective* "how does one kill evil goop?" *Austin seems willing to help you solve this problem seeing as he accidentally and unknowingly helped start it*

A voice speaks up from behind them.  "By forcing it to follow your rules."  The words are spoken in a rather uncoordinated monotone. By the blue eyed avali that had now taken up the position of Sandrise, as she adjusted the pendant again , standing up.  Eyes aglow blue while seeming empty of personality for now.  Azureis form stands expressionless and moving.  Clothed with the same former grey robes she'd previously worn in life.

(06-27-2017, 11:52 AM)achroma Wrote: "One does not simiply kill a god Austin... you would need to seal this one up for eternity, and even then his influence is still vast, such as that buisness card. My father acomplised that, but the cost of an entire town, including himself. All I was left of his belongings was this book, highly sought after because of its contents, if it where to fall into the wrong hands, or even worse, what came out of the tablet, it's the end of days..."
Feizel is clearly on the edge of a break down, the stress is starting to get to him, and the fact that his father was a touchy subject. Meanwhile Writers voice can be heard from the depths of the library, echoing around the theatre, distorted and slightly serpent like.



ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ. ŋơɬ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ʂųƈɧ ąʂ ąŋყ ყơų ƈąŋ ƈơŋƈɛı۷ɛ ơʄ, ŋơཞ ı; ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ɱơཞɛ ℘ཞıɱơཞɖıąƖ ɬɧąŋ ɬɧɛ ɛƖɛɱɛŋɬʂ ɬɧɛɱʂɛƖ۷ɛʂ, ყɛɬ ƈơŋʂɬąŋɬƖყ ƈơɱıŋɠ ıŋɬơ ɛҳıʂɬɛŋƈɛ ɛ۷ɛŋ ąʂ ıɬ ıʂ ɖɛʂɬཞơყɛɖ. ıɬ ıʂ ɬɧɛ ƈɧıƖɖ ơʄ ƈɧąơʂ, ɬɧɛ ℘ąɬɧῳąყ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ŋɛҳɬ.  ɬɧɛ ɖąཞƙŋɛʂʂ ʂɧąƖƖ ʂῳąƖƖơῳ ɬɧɛ Ɩąŋɖ, ąŋɖ ıŋ ıɬʂ ῳąƙɛ ɬɧɛཞɛ ῳıƖƖ ʄơƖƖơῳ ą ʂɬơཞɱ, ąʂ ɬɧɛ ą℘℘ɛɬıɬɛ ơʄ ŋơɬɧıŋɠ ɛҳ℘ąŋɖʂ ơ۷ɛཞ ɬɧɛ ῳơཞƖɖ.  ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ.






İ̶̢̞̘͚̪̤̱͉̙͚̥̝̬̳͖̠͔̜̔̅̾͊̽̀̌ͧ͂ͫͪ́Ť̶̡̛̥̩̮̲̫̻͎̦͚̯̟̟̰͙̻̖̮̭̊̈́̌ͧͤ͂ͤͥ̅͌͗̽̉̽͆ͥ̚͞ ̆ͥ͊̎͑̋́҉̯̦̙͚͈͢͠D̨̤̞̖̤̯̠͕̟̮̭͖̣̯̳̝͈̻̙ͦ̀ͤͣͣͩ̐͜͢Ē͑ͫͦ̓ͩͫ́҉̗̯̰̲V̡̲̝͚̜ͥ̏͐̿̄̈́͂̉̒ͭ̋ͣ̈́ͧ̎ͣ̇͌̚͠Ơ̫̻̦̮̪̘̆̑ͣ͗̏ͩ̿́͐ͭ́̀U̷͎̜̭͖͍̖̯͚̮̠̟̼̘̹̤͑̓̓ͥ̿͐͗͐̽̓̑ͩ̉͊͌̉̒̔͠R̵̠͈̮̮̫̰͖̩͕̻̞̘͚̱̺͈ͭͥ̈̈́ͣͬ̀̌̔ͥ͆́̃̕͘͜ͅS̢̛̩̝͓̲̱̝͉͔ͤ̊͆͛̉̋͐̊͐ͪͭ͂͗̐ͩ͗̽̓̍̕.̸̧̰̫̭͎̭͓̰͒ͦ̄̈́̑͋̅̐̕͘

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(06-27-2017, 04:52 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote:

(06-27-2017, 04:15 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: A voice speaks up from behind them.  "By forcing it to follow your rules."  The words are spoken in a rather uncoordinated monotone. By the blue eyed avali that had now taken up the position of Sandrise, as she adjusted the pendant again , standing up.  Eyes aglow blue while seeming empty of personality for now.  Azureis form stands expressionless and moving.  Clothed with the same former grey robes she'd previously worn in life.

"Were you always here? Uhh not important, what exactly do you mean?" *Austin turns to Feizel looking very worried*

(06-27-2017, 11:52 AM)achroma Wrote: "One does not simiply kill a god Austin... you would need to seal this one up for eternity, and even then his influence is still vast, such as that buisness card. My father acomplised that, but the cost of an entire town, including himself. All I was left of his belongings was this book, highly sought after because of its contents, if it where to fall into the wrong hands, or even worse, what came out of the tablet, it's the end of days..."
Feizel is clearly on the edge of a break down, the stress is starting to get to him, and the fact that his father was a touchy subject. Meanwhile Writers voice can be heard from the depths of the library, echoing around the theatre, distorted and slightly serpent like.



ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ. ŋơɬ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ʂųƈɧ ąʂ ąŋყ ყơų ƈąŋ ƈơŋƈɛı۷ɛ ơʄ, ŋơཞ ı; ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ɱơཞɛ ℘ཞıɱơཞɖıąƖ ɬɧąŋ ɬɧɛ ɛƖɛɱɛŋɬʂ ɬɧɛɱʂɛƖ۷ɛʂ, ყɛɬ ƈơŋʂɬąŋɬƖყ ƈơɱıŋɠ ıŋɬơ ɛҳıʂɬɛŋƈɛ ɛ۷ɛŋ ąʂ ıɬ ıʂ ɖɛʂɬཞơყɛɖ. ıɬ ıʂ ɬɧɛ ƈɧıƖɖ ơʄ ƈɧąơʂ, ɬɧɛ ℘ąɬɧῳąყ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ŋɛҳɬ.  ɬɧɛ ɖąཞƙŋɛʂʂ ʂɧąƖƖ ʂῳąƖƖơῳ ɬɧɛ Ɩąŋɖ, ąŋɖ ıŋ ıɬʂ ῳąƙɛ ɬɧɛཞɛ ῳıƖƖ ʄơƖƖơῳ ą ʂɬơཞɱ, ąʂ ɬɧɛ ą℘℘ɛɬıɬɛ ơʄ ŋơɬɧıŋɠ ɛҳ℘ąŋɖʂ ơ۷ɛཞ ɬɧɛ ῳơཞƖɖ.  ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ.






İ̶̢̞̘͚̪̤̱͉̙͚̥̝̬̳͖̠͔̜̔̅̾͊̽̀̌ͧ͂ͫͪ́Ť̶̡̛̥̩̮̲̫̻͎̦͚̯̟̟̰͙̻̖̮̭̊̈́̌ͧͤ͂ͤͥ̅͌͗̽̉̽͆ͥ̚͞ ̆ͥ͊̎͑̋́҉̯̦̙͚͈͢͠D̨̤̞̖̤̯̠͕̟̮̭͖̣̯̳̝͈̻̙ͦ̀ͤͣͣͩ̐͜͢Ē͑ͫͦ̓ͩͫ́҉̗̯̰̲V̡̲̝͚̜ͥ̏͐̿̄̈́͂̉̒ͭ̋ͣ̈́ͧ̎ͣ̇͌̚͠Ơ̫̻̦̮̪̘̆̑ͣ͗̏ͩ̿́͐ͭ́̀U̷͎̜̭͖͍̖̯͚̮̠̟̼̘̹̤͑̓̓ͥ̿͐͗͐̽̓̑ͩ̉͊͌̉̒̔͠R̵̠͈̮̮̫̰͖̩͕̻̞̘͚̱̺͈ͭͥ̈̈́ͣͬ̀̌̔ͥ͆́̃̕͘͜ͅS̢̛̩̝͓̲̱̝͉͔ͤ̊͆͛̉̋͐̊͐ͪͭ͂͗̐ͩ͗̽̓̍̕.̸̧̰̫̭͎̭͓̰͒ͦ̄̈́̑͋̅̐̕͘

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*in a rather shakey voice*
"Well umm we probably shouldn't stay here if we ever hope to stop the thing? Uhh i don't " *As soon as writer talks Austin shivers a bit* "Thats not the same voice as before. What do we do?"

(06-27-2017, 06:28 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //Tss, did you think sandrise would help you deal with your personal problem?  She has places to be, things to prepare for.  She is not Feizel's avatar after all.  Not to mention she's currently an unbound avatar with free roam to do as she pleases, and no duty to protect anybody.

The doors creak as someone leaves the building, leaving the remaining four to deal with their own problem.  Sandrise, and by extension all of her bags, was gone along with the enchantment.  Leaving only a simple credstick settled on the nearby table to pay for the services provided.  163 credits on it.  Enough for a months food or something small and nice.  Although settled next to it is an engraved crystal figurine of what appears to be a spike backed cat with orange runes over it's surface softly undulating as with a life of their own.

(06-27-2017, 07:30 PM)achroma Wrote:

(06-27-2017, 04:52 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: "Were you always here? Uhh not important, what exactly do you mean?" *Austin turns to Feizel looking very worried*
*in a rather shakey voice*
"Well umm we probably shouldn't stay here if we ever hope to stop the thing? Uhh i don't " *As soon as writer talks Austin shivers a bit* "Thats not the same voice as before. What do we do?"

(06-27-2017, 06:28 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //Tss, did you think sandrise would help you deal with your personal problem?  She has places to be, things to prepare for.  She is not Feizel's avatar after all.  Not to mention she's currently an unbound avatar with free roam to do as she pleases, and no duty to protect anybody.

The doors creak as someone leaves the building, leaving the remaining four to deal with their own problem.  Sandrise, and by extension all of her bags, was gone along with the enchantment.  Leaving only a simple credstick settled on the nearby table to pay for the services provided.  163 credits on it.  Enough for a months food or something small and nice.  Although settled next to it is an engraved crystal figurine of what appears to be a spike backed cat with orange runes over it's surface softly undulating as with a life of their own.

Feizel just stares into the library, clutching the book close to his chest, his eyes wide with fear. He goes unresponsive for a brief moment before turning towards the new avali.
"Oh, its you again... it was much quieter before you arrived. Are you going to be like your cat friend and leave too? Because you just like throwing a wrench into the gears!"
The voice from the library returns, emanating from different places every time the being speaks, getting more and more serpent like, yellow eye slits occasionally being seen between the gaps in the books.
"ƈɛცཞơŋ ʂɱɛƖƖʂ ʄɛąཞ... ƈɛცཞơŋ Ɩıƙɛʂ ʄɛąཞ, ℘ɛཞɧą℘ʂ ƈɛცཞơŋ ʂɧơųƖɖF̵͞͞͏E͠Ą̷͟Ş҉̷̛T̸́̀̀̀ ŋơ, ƈɛცཞơŋ ɧąʂ ơɬɧɛཞ ℘Ɩąŋʂ... ɬɧɛ ɱơཞɛ ʄɛąཞ ɬɧɛ ཞıƈɧɛཞ ɬɧɛ ƈཞơ℘ ơʄ ɬɧɛ ɧąཞ۷ɛʂɬ ῳıƖƖ ცɛ."

(06-27-2017, 02:09 PM)achroma Wrote:

(06-27-2017, 01:52 PM)Cereal Wrote: "Alright. Just.. Give me a moment. I'll be back out with what you need. Have the payment ready by then!" She'd state, giving a smile before almost rushing herself back into the kitchen, likely to investigate where the Glitch had gotten himself to.

"Really? Eh. Never really knew that, I 'spose. I mean, I've worked around mech parts a few times. Some say I'm a good mechanic, but-- nothin' better than getting work done with a gun. And I'll tell ya', Novakid guns.. wew. They can shoot damn well, is all you need to know."

Joseph

It had been a while, certainly. Since his existence was last heard of-- he was on better terms, and not attempting to establish a link with the source of the Arcane, or at least, as his people had grown to know it.

It was pitch dark, presumably a cave, as his canine-esque self peered down at the floor, kneeling almost. He grasped at his blade however, opening his eyes to reveal glowing pupils that settled as far as they could when it came to looking behind himself. All as a result of his ear twitching, an agile scoundrel failing to evade his hearing in the dark place.

"Speak your peace." was all he muttered, keeping his blade close.

"That's interesting... you seem to know a lot about guns. What kind of business are you exactly in anyways?" Sol pulls out a leather wallet and puts it on the counter with gusto. "More importantly, are you here for business or a vacation?"

joseph 2 electric dogaloo

"As if I have to give into your demands, fiend." A feminine voice called out resounding through the dark hall, as the hilt of a sword created a blade of energy in mere seconds, illuminating the figure in question and a bit around her. It seemed they were an Avali of some sort, clad in light armor.

Joseph rose up, locking his eyes on her. His faint glowing pupils were the only true sign to even know of his location. "As expected. You're about as clever and honorable as a Darkspear-bred raptor. Funnily enough, the two of you share quite the similarities. Now, are you just going to threaten a foe that doesn't need light to end you, or are you here for other reasons?" He'd inquire.

(06-28-2017, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote:

(06-27-2017, 09:25 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: //New avali is writer right?
*Austin quickly takes hold of his sword not to fight but for protection and to quell some fear*

*Austin stares at the eyes for a bit then nudges Feizel and whispers*
"I know your scared and in shock but i think the best thing to do now would be to grab your payment and run as soon as possible"
*Austin prepares himself to do the same*

Feizel snaps back into a state of functionality and quickly turns to Austin. "Your right we do... grab as much importing looking stuff as you can and meet me on the stage. I'll make a portal to elsewhere there. Ready? Go!" Feizel dashes around the theater, grabbing assorted books and objects.
//indeed writer

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(06-28-2017, 02:38 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //What new avali?  There's nobody else there with you.  Purposefully hard to understand for the moment, sorry.  But sandrise left, and Azureis wasn't quite ever there to begin with.



The golem still just sort of stands there confused at what is going on.  It doesn't seem to at all be aware of the voice.  And is just sort of staring at Feizel.  "What is happening?"  The text flashed up, although with the situation it might easily be missed amongst the current intensity.  Though they started to walk around feet scraping across the floors now.  As small red outlines slowly crease the floor in it's footsteps.

Feizel makes a quick stop at the golem, giving it a stack of books to hold. "We are leaving here because it is no longer safe, and I will explain more once we are safe, alright? Just wait on the stage for now." He resumes dashing around the theater

A injured writer stumbles out of the library, ebbed with cracks and chips of stone missing. It limps over to the golem and collapses to its knees.
"Please"
A simple phrase uttered with many emotions, causing its purpose to be lost

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(06-28-2017, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote:

(06-28-2017, 05:21 AM)Cereal Wrote: "Mix'a both, really. I'm a merc, though I do touch-ups on mechanical bullshit if you're payin' enough. Don't think we'll be doin' business though-- you sound capable with mechanical parts."

Clyde coughed, before resuming.

"Unless you need something, or someone dead."

joseph 2 electric dogaloo

"As if I have to give into your demands, fiend." A feminine voice called out resounding through the dark hall, as the hilt of a sword created a blade of energy in mere seconds, illuminating the figure in question and a bit around her. It seemed they were an Avali of some sort, clad in light armor.

Joseph rose up, locking his eyes on her. His faint glowing pupils were the only true sign to even know of his location. "As expected. You're about as clever and honorable as a Darkspear-bred raptor. Funnily enough, the two of you share quite the similarities. Now, are you just going to threaten a foe that doesn't need light to end you, or are you here for other reasons?" He'd inquire.

"Well... now that you mention it, do you do retrievals? Like getting something from someone, then "put out the lights"?"
Sol looks around the bar to catch someone easedroping.
"I pay generously too, if that sweetens the deal for you."
Sol waits in silence for his drink

joseph finale for real this time

"Simply here to rid this world of exoplanar beings such as yourself." The avali stated, rather cocky. She let out a chortle after that, clearly deriving pleasure from threats.

"You've got high hopes. If hordes of the damned couldn't do it, I'm still one to believe I fare a chance. And what's with the fuckin' racism, huh? I haven't infringed much on your fuckin' raptor space affairs."

"Why would I ever tell you? Just tell the others in that damnable limbo that the Order has struck again."

"The 'order' sounds like a garbage one-time cesspool of shitty, like-minded assassins. Back off before I'm forced to remind you of the ORDER here."

The avali thrust herself forth, bringing her blade to Joseph as he raised in a defensive posture, though as she struck-- the blade was cut in half, the powerful, searing hot energies doing away with it quickly. Needless to say, the man was in disbelief.

"By Goldrinn." was all he could mutter, backstepping as the ruined piece clanged against the floor.

Without warning she let out a flurry of strikes towards him, his agility barely saving him as the blade barely whizzes by, cutting various parts of his attire and in general, leaving him to merely rely on movement than brute force, after all, his sword was a half of it's prior glory.

Joseph maneuvered himself in such a way as to draw her away from the separated half, before long there was a fair distance. Joseph aimed to merely charge at the piece, grasping it with a gloved claw and fleeing from the cave, though as he did, he was forced to endure a nasty cut into his shoulder. He let out an echoing roar of pain as he remained determined in his sprint-- managing only to escape due to his innate agility. A broken body, broken blade, yet a merely staggered will.

joseph post cave

Joseph, after the cave was not the same. Perhaps, physically at least, with a bare right shoulder that exposed various bloodied bandages. He was a tad bit more paranoid, though he was always at the peak of awareness as is.

Those who were more inclined with the people may hear whispers of a new type of business opening up in Woodport, though they would have to meet with "the wolven man" at the town's heart at dusk. The idea itself was intriguing to most.. being able to make parchment and ink into magical assets, but, something not wholly known, or at least the style one may utilize with such a business.

A fair pay is supposedly offered, though much detail past that is clouded. As it stands-- it's not even half clear if there is a true location for this.

(06-28-2017, 05:06 PM)Cereal Wrote:

(06-28-2017, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote: "Well... now that you mention it, do you do retrievals? Like getting something from someone, then "put out the lights"?"
Sol looks around the bar to catch someone easedroping.
"I pay generously too, if that sweetens the deal for you."
Sol waits in silence for his drink

"Yeah. yeah. I can retrieve and kill. Retrieve and not kill. I'm an all-jobs kinda' bird, y'know."

Muffled yells come from the kitchen.

joseph finale for real this time

"Simply here to rid this world of exoplanar beings such as yourself." The avali stated, rather cocky. She let out a chortle after that, clearly deriving pleasure from threats.

"You've got high hopes. If hordes of the damned couldn't do it, I'm still one to believe I fare a chance. And what's with the fuckin' racism, huh? I haven't infringed much on your fuckin' raptor space affairs."

"Why would I ever tell you? Just tell the others in that damnable limbo that the Order has struck again."

"The 'order' sounds like a garbage one-time cesspool of shitty, like-minded assassins. Back off before I'm forced to remind you of the ORDER here."

The avali thrust herself forth, bringing her blade to Joseph as he raised in a defensive posture, though as she struck-- the blade was cut in half, the powerful, searing hot energies doing away with it quickly. Needless to say, the man was in disbelief.

"By Goldrinn." was all he could mutter, backstepping as the ruined piece clanged against the floor.

Without warning she let out a flurry of strikes towards him, his agility barely saving him as the blade barely whizzes by, cutting various parts of his attire and in general, leaving him to merely rely on movement than brute force, after all, his sword was a half of it's prior glory.

Joseph maneuvered himself in such a way as to draw her away from the separated half, before long there was a fair distance. Joseph aimed to merely charge at the piece, grasping it with a gloved claw and fleeing from the cave, though as he did, he was forced to endure a nasty cut into his shoulder. He let out an echoing roar of pain as he remained determined in his sprint-- managing only to escape due to his innate agility. A broken body, broken blade, yet a merely staggered will.

joseph post cave

Joseph, after the cave was not the same. Perhaps, physically at least, with a bare right shoulder that exposed various bloodied bandages. He was a tad bit more paranoid, though he was always at the peak of awareness as is.

Those who were more inclined with the people may hear whispers of a new type of business opening up in Woodport, though they would have to meet with "the wolven man" at the town's heart at dusk. The idea itself was intriguing to most.. being able to make parchment and ink into magical assets, but, something not wholly known, or at least the style one may utilize with such a business.

A fair pay is supposedly offered, though much detail past that is clouded. As it stands-- it's not even half clear if there is a true location for this.

//those more inclined with the state of woodport, or merely wishing for business, i suggest reading the last spoiler (though you don't have to be wholly intrigued and join it)

(06-28-2017, 04:43 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote:

(06-28-2017, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote: Feizel snaps back into a state of functionality and quickly turns to Austin. "Your right we do... grab as much importing looking stuff as you can and meet me on the stage. I'll make a portal to elsewhere there. Ready? Go!" Feizel dashes around the theater, grabbing assorted books and objects.
//indeed writer

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Feizel makes a quick stop at the golem, giving it a stack of books to hold. "We are leaving here because it is no longer safe, and I will explain more once we are safe, alright? Just wait on the stage for now." He resumes dashing around the theater

A injured writer stumbles out of the library, ebbed with cracks and chips of stone missing. It limps over to the golem and collapses to its knees.
"Please"
A simple phrase uttered with many emotions, causing its purpose to be lost

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*Austin not being much of a magical objects person grabs some of the more obvious things around such as Feizels payment if he hasnt grabbed it, the that little statuette of sandrise when he was a porcupine cat again if it hasn't been picked up yet, other than that definitely just obvious stuff to grab*

*after doing this Austin runs to the stage completely ignoring writer. He doesn't trust him because he could be possed or something * "I'm ready" *Austin is holding as much stuff as he can with stuff in his pockets*

//Welcome back odin i will do my best not to leave you in the dust so you can enjoy the role play too

(06-28-2017, 08:11 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //The only thing notable to Danu since previous messages, Odin, would be some metal beams from construction sites had gone missing leading to delays on some project or other while replacements were pulled.  This was formerly due to Azureis' burglary, but this is not known to the guards or populous in general.

The golem just kind of stands there for a moment holding books as the runes across the ground suddenly blaze up with a luminescense purer than usual.  As enchantments of all-sight flash up revealing all across the area, others lay dormant still upon the floor.  Although any hidden tricks would be laid bare should Writer be controlled.  A cord of will would be seen stretching off into some distant vestige, or other such ilk.  As it kind of pokes Writer with it's foot to see what would happen, the opal hovering near the golem's shoulder again passively drawing in what clean energy it could from the surrounding area.  To be honest, the area was probably lighting up sensors of some sort or other for the town's guards.  They'd be investigating soon anyways.

(06-28-2017, 10:47 PM)achroma Wrote:

(06-28-2017, 04:43 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: *Austin not being much of a magical objects person grabs some of the more obvious things around such as Feizels payment if he hasnt grabbed it, the that little statuette of sandrise when he was a porcupine cat again if it hasn't been picked up yet, other than that definitely just obvious stuff to grab*

*after doing this Austin runs to the stage completely ignoring writer. He doesn't trust him because he could be possed or something * "I'm ready" *Austin is holding as much stuff as he can with stuff in his pockets*

//Welcome back odin i will do my best not to leave you in the dust so you can enjoy the role play too

Feizel runs back and forth from the stage, depositing piles of books. After several loads, he finally gets onto the stage himself. "Right, now for the portal... give me some time to concentrate..." Feizel closes his eyes and begins to take deep breaths.
"ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ῳɛąƙ, ąŋɖ ɬɧɛ ῳɛąƙ ɠɛɬʂ ɖɛ۷ơųཞɛɖ. ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ʄƖɛɛıŋɠ, Ɩıƙɛ ɬơųཞ ℘ąɬɧɛɬıƈ ʄąɬɧɛཞ."

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(06-28-2017, 08:11 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: //The only thing notable to Danu since previous messages, Odin, would be some metal beams from construction sites had gone missing leading to delays on some project or other while replacements were pulled.  This was formerly due to Azureis' burglary, but this is not known to the guards or populous in general.

The golem just kind of stands there for a moment holding books as the runes across the ground suddenly blaze up with a luminescense purer than usual.  As enchantments of all-sight flash up revealing all across the area, others lay dormant still upon the floor.  Although any hidden tricks would be laid bare should Writer be controlled.  A cord of will would be seen stretching off into some distant vestige, or other such ilk.  As it kind of pokes Writer with it's foot to see what would happen, the opal hovering near the golem's shoulder again passively drawing in what clean energy it could from the surrounding area.  To be honest, the area was probably lighting up sensors of some sort or other for the town's guards.  They'd be investigating soon anyways.

Not a single line goes from writer to the entity, but many lines from the entity are seen going off. All seems to be fine with writer, besides the fact that with true sight, a giant pitch black cobra is coiled up within, dormant. Feizel avoids the runes, desperately trying to concentrate, and a thin black line between the entity and himself. It's uncertain who's influencing who. "Get me out of here" he wispered in a raspy voice as the golem prodded him

(06-29-2017, 01:21 AM)AustinLB90 Wrote:

(06-28-2017, 10:47 PM)achroma Wrote: Feizel runs back and forth from the stage, depositing piles of books. After several loads, he finally gets onto the stage himself. "Right, now for the portal... give me some time to concentrate..." Feizel closes his eyes and begins to take deep breaths.
"ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ῳɛąƙ, ąŋɖ ɬɧɛ ῳɛąƙ ɠɛɬʂ ɖɛ۷ơųཞɛɖ. ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ʄƖɛɛıŋɠ, Ɩıƙɛ ɬơųཞ ℘ąɬɧɛɬıƈ ʄąɬɧɛཞ."

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Not a single line goes from writer to the entity, but many lines from the entity are seen going off. All seems to be fine with writer, besides the fact that with true sight, a giant pitch black cobra is coiled up within, dormant. Feizel avoids the runes, desperately trying to concentrate, and a thin black line between the entity and himself. It's uncertain who's influencing who. "Get me out of here" he wispered in a raspy voice as the golem prodded him

*Austin unsure what to grab at this point turns to Feizel and says* "Don't listen to the thing it only wants to stop you and make you angry"
*Austin then turns to the golem* "Don't bring the other avali he can't be trusted any more, we have to leave him behind unfortunately"
*Austin continues to wait unsure what to grab*

(06-29-2017, 02:45 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: The golem stared at Austin for a moment before looking back to the faltered stone Avali...  Wait.   Stone?  That meant..  Shards of crystal slowly spread from it's legs growing across the ground in a circle around it before they met up with the fallen stone fellow.  Retreating rapidly to their form as the shards crept up Writer's form, coating the damages and most the rest of their body with a thin layer as the crystals crackled and repeatedly cracked and repaired themselves.  Stressing as Writer was lifted up to his feet by the crystals.  Acting as some sort of exoskeleton as he was forced to stumble forwards after the golem as they began to walk up onto the stage.

(06-29-2017, 10:32 AM)achroma Wrote:

(06-29-2017, 01:21 AM)AustinLB90 Wrote: *Austin unsure what to grab at this point turns to Feizel and says* "Don't listen to the thing it only wants to stop you and make you angry"
*Austin then turns to the golem* "Don't bring the other avali he can't be trusted any more, we have to leave him behind unfortunately"
*Austin continues to wait unsure what to grab*

Feizel continues to focous, having slight trouble after the comment. "Just a few more moments and we should have a way out, and if you want to be that way, we should leave you here, because you broke into my house... doesn't feel good now does it? If we take you, we take him" A small sandy vortex opens up on the stage, just large enough for books and such, but as time goes on, it gets wider.

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