Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 13, 2015 4:44:44 GMT
“Nope,” Lasair said promptly. “Has to be a mask. Has to cover your whole face. Mine even covers my hair since that’s a noticeable thing about me.” Reaching over his shoulder, he pulled the mask forward a bit to show Howl the way it was sown onto the hood. “The masks are to conceal your identity while doing things that the Ebony and Ivory Royal Army of Lodan wouldn’t be quite so approving of.” A light chuckle came up from his throat. “But they’re things that need to be done, I assure you of that.”
Lasair took a step away from the lad then and waited for him to answer, a gentle expecting smile on his face.
"I-I ummm... Ok... I understand" Howl said slightly disappointed, he thought he could get out of making a mask. Howl looked down uncertain of what to do next. He tried no to think of what the army "wouldn't be quite so approving of". He had heard stories but he couldn't imagine what else the guild might do. Unsure of what to do next he asked "So um.... Is that all?" He really wanted to go home and process everything that just happened.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 15, 2015 3:00:07 GMT
“Mmmm.” Lasair thought to himself for a few moments, rubbing his chin. “Not that I can think of. You’re welcome to the HQ any time, and I’m sure you’ll run into some of the other guild members around from time to time. Just remember that this building is a place for us, the members of MI. A trial to put your abilities to the test will occur in the near future; we’ll let you know when and where that happens.” With another smile, Lasair took a step back from Howl, moving towards the exit. “Until we encounter each other again,” he said over his shoulder, heading back out into the darkness.
The night tasted of soot. Dusty, foul, like bread left for the flies. Somewhere a mortar fire probably came to rest, just as a cat mewled, humped by a larger tabby. drat felines, everywhere. Tapping his blunt, Sayvahn rolled his eyes. Such elegant creatures reduced to humping like dogs. How vile. Such acts were better suited to the canines, and their Eiral counterparts. Sadly, the soldiers preferred birds over dogs. Regardless, Savyahn leaned against the tree, unarmed, just as requested. Though, that wasn’t hard to do. His claws served enough as a weapon, and if not, a little flame could deal some damage. In the shadow of the canopy, his green eyes glowed, waiting for the rumors to be nothing but that. Rumors. Yet there was no harm in trying. It was more then he had done in a long time, to be frank. With war and the wreckage of the hovel still lingering, playing innocent barber could only get him so far. Plus, he had a child to look after now, and besides— he wasn’t getting younger.
Taking a puff, he let the cannabis fill his lungs one last time before breathing it out. Tossing it to the ground, he crushed it under his foot, heading deeper into the forest, to the so called “hundred yard mark.” If the so called organization, mostly likely the Ander rebellion yada yada, expected him to be able to judge 100 yard, then they were foolish. Though, most likely, 100 yards wouldn’t matter much from the tree line. That would, in theory, be the best place to wait—if anyone was waiting. Any other time, Savyahn would have thought the idea sounded quite kinky, but as of then, he was merely annoyed. He understood the secrecy, but that didn’t make it any less aggravating.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 17, 2015 2:24:04 GMT
Lasair smelled wanderer before any of his other senses noticed him. A burning plant that made his eyes water; it brought back memories of that night on the clocktower with Viktor. But he dispelled both the smoke and the memories with a wave of his hand as he reached over his head to grab his mask. Pulling it on, he blinked a couple times to readjust to the reduced visibility. He had a general idea where the rumor-follower was, so he hopped to the ground from the crook of a tree branch he had been sitting on and began walking silently through the woods.
When he saw the man, standing there with that doubtful look in his eyes, Lasair knew this person was here for the guild. The claws on his hands proved well enough of his ander heritage, so Lasair stepped into a stray strand of moonlight and allowed himself to be seen.
What the stranger would see is a golden fox mask covering his face and a hood covering his hair. In some places, the gold on the mask was beginning to chip and fall off, revealing the humble faded orange color under it, the first color of the mask. The mask only covered half his face, allowing for his mouth to be seen resting on a soft smile. Through the eye slots were deep cobalt blue eyes that peered forward with purpose.
“Arms out, palms up, feet shoulder width apart,” he instructed in that stern tone, the one you didn’t want to argue with.
The rustling of the wind turned out not to be the wind. Instead, a figure appeared. Dark, brooding, with a little golden mask of a fox. Sayvahn rolled his eyes at that. He understood the concept of secrecy, but a fox? Dearie, you have got to be kidding me. Plus coming from the ground and not the trees? Sayvahn had to deduct points from that too. Yet, he had to amuse the other. Especially when the figure spoke with such a ‘threatening’ tone. How cute, Savyahn laughed to himself, spreading his legs and holding up his arms.
“My. Forceful aren’t we?” He chimed, voice velveteen as he glanced over his shoulder. “Got to appreciate a man who knows what he wants.” That jaw line, stern voice— obviously male. Meant fun, but cautious fun. So, he would comply, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play. Sayvahn glanced over his shoulder to the persona, at those blue eyes, glimmering in the night. A plus, but that lip ring? A deduction.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 18, 2015 2:54:59 GMT
The man in the mask chuckled dryly at the stranger’s comments. Stepping forward, he patted the man down, searching for any kind of weapon. When he found none, he took a step back and resumed staring at him. “Who are you. Why are you here,” he said next, lacking that inflection that would usually indicate a question. There were claws on the man’s hands, meaning he was an ander and thus had a right to be here. But that didn’t mean he’d immediately be allowed to enter the guild. Spies were always a possibility, or people who were weak enough to become spies. Those needed to be filtered out.
Once the simple pat down was over, Sayvahn straightened. He crossed his arms, tapping his cheek as if to ponder. Yet, he never broke eye contact with the other. Instead, he smiled. “My name is Sayvahn Crosta. I would extend a hand but.” Glancing over at the fellow, he chuckled as well. “You don’t seem like the kind of fellow to shake hands. At least, not under these circumstances.” Uncrossing his arms, Sayvahn sighed, placing one hand on his hip. “As to why I am here.” He held up his other hand, revealing the clear, elongated nails. “I’m just an ander, searching in the dark for fellow brothers and sisters. Is that such a crime?” Taking a step forward, he peered at the other. Looked for the glow, looked for the nails. Any trace, really, would do. “Well. I guess it depends, really. Depending on who you are, that is.” Straightening, he stepped away to inspect the bark of a nearby tree, running his hand across its surface. A part of the bark got caught in his nails, and he scowled, blowing on them as he side glanced the other. “So, fox, tell me. Are you going to arrest me? Or can I guess from the mask and the secrecy I found my kin?” The smile no longer lingered on his lips, but that glint in his eye still remained.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 18, 2015 5:52:53 GMT
“No, I won’t arrest you,” he said simply, crossing his own arms to mimic the other. “You may have found your kin, but that doesn’t mean anything just yet. We don’t just take in any ander to wander this way. What makes you different from the countless others in the city? What can you offer to us that no one else can?” The corner of his mouth curled up into a grin. “Advertise yourself,” he added, looking over the other again. Could this fellow even do any magic? That was another question needing to be asked. He pulled some magic to his fingertips in preparation, however.
Now the man was asking him to do something? Was his being there not enough of an advertisement in itself? Sayvahn sighed, pushing up his glasses a bit more. He couldn’t blame the stranger, but still. This was becoming annoying. Taking part of the bark, he rubbed the two together, enticing a small flame, only to grow larger as he rolled it across his palms, between his fingers. “Advertise myself? Hmm, well, I’m a barber, but well, I know how to use a knife in other ways as well.” He smirked at the other, partially ignoring the flame as he rolled it around his palm. ”I’m also quite good at disguises. The perks of owning a wig shop and knowing how to use a little makeup.” He wasn’t ready to advertise the information of Sayva. He had to real in the boy, not push him away. And who knows. Maybe the community would get to meet Sayva. Only time would tell, really. “What else? Hmm, I grow some medicinal plants. And some others that are more for fun then medicine.” Chuckling, he let the flame die down. “Basically, I can fight. I have connections from my travels, and in the city itself as well. I’m fairly decent at planning. Frankly anything you need me to do, I’m more then willing to help. I’m flexible. Plus, I can promise a fun time on breaks.” Tossing the flame into his mouth, he breathed out the smoke in a small O, crumbling the remnants of the bark from his fingertips. "I can go on if you like, Mr. Tall Dark and Mysterious."
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 19, 2015 7:30:35 GMT
Disguises? Now that was something that could be useful. The fox man listened solemnly while the other spoke, up until the last line, at which point he couldn’t help but grin. The little display with the fire was rather amusing as well. A lot of mages got their start with the fire spell; it was a way to warm oneself on a cold night after all. “You have a lot to offer,” he began then, taking a step towards the man and peering at him through the mask. “Just one more question, and then this little interview is over.” He balled up the invisible magic in his hand and laced it with a spell in his mind, but didn’t release it just yet. “How well do you work under pressure? Show me.” With the last pair of words spoken, he released the ball of energy at the man and let the spell of deceit take him over. Confusion would be the goal, and a heavy dose of it at that. Trees spinning, ground shaking, the works really. Now it was time to see how the newcomer would react to it.
Tilting his head coyly, Sayvahn tried to play the compliment off. “Well, glad I interest.” As the other neared, Sayvahn resisted the instinct to step back, holding his ground, muscles, free to prevent tense shoulders. Yet, that changed somewhat with the other’s tone. Show him? Show him what? How to be suave? Except it hit him. Quite literally. The spell, deceit. He knew it quite well. And a nasty bought of it at that. Tried to master it himself, but each time he caused himself to be confused as opposed to others. Though, that itself came with a perk. He learned to work through the confusion. Through the disorientation. Plus, a little cannabis always helped. Flashing a grin, he walked forward, minding his movements, senses dulled, but still aware to avoid certain actions. Under the influence, he knew that his body seemed to favor the right, so he focused on standing on his left, holding his balance. Walking to the other, movements, barely hindered by the spell, Sayvahn chuckled, yet sweat still beaded on his brow. Tapping the others’ mask, he spoke, mentally counting down the seconds. “Nasty trick you have there.” Savyahn laughed, “But dearie, You have to do better than that though to trip me up.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 20, 2015 8:20:09 GMT
The general ander could only slowly start to grin as the other made his way around, walking towards him with ease. He was impressed, but only slightly. “Very well, Sayvahn.” The name seemed to roll off his tongue as he spoke it. “You’ll be given your chance among our ranks. Provided you can follow some directions.” His hand lifted into the air and pointed to his left. “300 hundred yards that way, then turn left. You’ll see a large building. Wait outside until I come to you.” A soft laughter come up from his throat as he took a step back, towards a tree.
“If you can’t find it, you’ll never be one of us.” And with that, he was gone.
Counting down helped as much as pulling out the spine of a porcupine. At last the spell died down, spitting one last bought of confusion before fading, like a bad, mental cut. God, he was going to have to smoke after that. Yet the man continued to blab. Said his name in a way that could have easily resulted in the other’s tongue being removed, but alas, the stranger was the magic wielder, and him, but a simple barber. Leaning back, Savyahn began to question his decision, but he couldn’t back down now. Not after he had wasted so much time. So he listened to the directions, watched as the man faded into the trees and disappeared like some cad. Once sure the other was gone, he spat in the stranger’s directions, giving the forest a raised finger before turning in the direction of the so called building.
“Bastard.” He grumbled, swatting at the trees as he made his way to the “oh so secret” building. Once there, he rolled his eyes. Boy, was it tacky. The demon and angel statues on the pillars were overcompensated, the cross, large and overbearing. He was surprised that such a place could have been so easily hidden in the forest, but perhaps magic was at play. So, he leaned against the walls lining the steps, away from the strange purple magical flames, unsure of whether this was a bad idea, or good one. It seemed he had passed the tests, but with every minute this looked more and more sketchy. Sighing, he reached into his back, pulled out a vile, and drank a little of its contents, and sighed. Tilting his head back, he let the toxin consume him as he waited for the other to arrive.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 22, 2015 3:39:42 GMT
Sayvahn was lucky that Lasair was already out of earshot when the insulting took place, otherwise the feline would have found himself with another dizzy spell and a slow-to-act toxin spell on top of it. But Lasair was already in the trees, scooping out for more movement, more potential members.
The one who had passed the short questioning would have to wait at the building for quite some time, nearly an hour, before the shining of the gold mask could be spotted from among the trees. The fox man walked towards the other slowly with deliberate steps, a bit saddened to see the other person he encountered had failed to make it. Another lost to the woods, it seemed. No skin off his back, at least. As he drew near to Sayvahn, he reached up and pulled the mask up and over his face, revealing a friendly smile and bright red hair. “Welcome to Magicae Incolentium. I’m Lasair Lupen and please, let me show you inside.” He walked up the steps without pause and hefted open the door, holding it for the other man.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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