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
The rumbling of barrels followed by a call to run did not stay Wern’s racing heart. Wern instinctively jumped, dropping the vase on the ground in turn. Chakaia angrily honked, dodging the shards of the vase as it shattered. Wern looked at its remains in confusion. Then, like cattle again, he was ushered into a… glowing thing? “I— I don’t know,” he squeaked, but the woman ushering him from behind didn’t give him much choice. Holding his breath (as if maybe that would help) he stumbled into the portal as Chakaia hoped in afterwards. It felt… weird. Cold. But, maybe that was the change in place? He wasn’t sure. All he knew is that suddenly they were in one place, and now, in another. He squeaked at that. “W-where are we?” He whimpered, holding his hands to his chest as he bent forward slightly.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Staggering somewhat—his limp making it harder to keep a decent stance— Corey wished he had his juggernaut now. If not to fight then maybe it would it conceal the witches’ chime in his mind. “If it wasn’t for your kind, this wouldn’t be happening right now,” Corey hissed in return, and Sayvahn shivered. Awakened from his spell of adoration, Sayvahn curled up some, almost drawing closer to the familiar force as opposed to the one he had at one time sought to adopt. It seems Corey’s hatred of Anders had not changed. Sayvahn wished his heart didn’t hurt as much as it did at that revelation. Corey stared at the dragon. It had, indeed, saved his life. But, it was probably after something, wasn’t it? After all, it had known his name and had sought him out. There was no telling what it wanted. But what were Corey’s options? Fight the witches? Two against one, plus the undead? And what of his mother? She was out there, somewhere. Though who could say she was even still his mother after what these magical heathens had done. If anything, what would the magpies say? What would they want him to do? Don’t trust them. Don’t care for them. They are fifth. That’s what they would say. But, if they could be used, Corey wondered. If they could be pitted against each other, would the magpies approve? Perhaps. Corey figured that the woman knew what his thoughts were. Knew exactly what he was thinking. So, he didn’t bother explaining himself. “I’ll go with you. But don’t expect me to change. Because I will still hate your kind. I will always hate your kind,” Corey emphasized, lowering his blade somewhat but still having it ready. Sayvahn’s eyes were foggy now. But dragons couldn’t cry. At least, he didn’t think they could. Staring at the Phoenix, he lowered his head to her. He wasn’t sure if she could still hear him. He just hoped she did. Please. He was once like a son to me. Please, don’t hurt him. Pausing, Sayvahn glanced at the boy. Remembering what had happened, what Lasair and Sayvahn had done to him— erasing his memories so that Corey remembered Sayvahn faintly but could never recognize him, Sayvahn added, And don’t tell him who I am. Please. I beg of you.
“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 Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 30, 2018 6:37:40 GMT
"In the Cockfoster manor at Central Square." Edelweiss replied to Wern's question and then turned to double-check her surroundings and that everyone had came through the gate just fine, then let herself relax slightly with a bit of a sigh – in equal measure both relieved that they were no longer surrounded by a swarm of undead and relenting to the fact there is a swarm of undead in the first place. She wasn't sure it was safe to resheat her sword into its cane-scabbard, and so for the time being she didn't. They'd still have to deal with Cait's mother still afterall... but at least the woman was just one. That was better than a crowd.
It'd been a long while since the redhead had been in that building personally. Last time had been years prior, before the civil war, back at Caitlin's ...uh... almost-bethrotal party, if one could call it that. She could remember masks, music, treats and dinner, a hoard of pirates crashing in to kidnap-rescue their leader from the unwanted engagement, and the fire spreading across the carpet and curtains as the young baroness's mother tried (in vain) to rescue her from her own workers. It'd been quite a day. Clearly they'd fixed the furnishings and windows by now.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Barrels? Who was the kid with the barrels? Brilliant she was, whoever she may be. That gave them a decent moment to reconsider their predicament. Which Edel had clearly already produced another solution too, a portal hanging open for them. Where it went, she didn't know, and quite frankly didn't care. She just pushed forwards into it. Fawn didn't give poor Wern much time to question where they were going, she just followed Edel's direction to get into the portal. Muttering an apology to Wern about the ruffled feathers that wouldn't go back down just yet. However, as they entered what appeared to be a large manor of surprising finery she shifted her wings back where they were rightfully supposed to be. Shocked, to say the least at the rapid change in the situation and the fact that people were staring at them. "Sorry?" She echoed a little confused herself, looking up at a woman suspended and kicking. She was thankfully held in place by some unseen force. "Sir you can stand behind me." She told Wern absently, enough to offer the man some semblance of safety behind her wings again, which when flared looked quite massive. She bumped the bird with one when she settled them again out of habit.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on May 1, 2018 21:30:42 GMT
Elaine met Edel on the road and didn't hesitate as much as the rest to jump into the portal, she might be a tad reckless from time to time. But her trust in Edel was pretty secure. So when they showed up in a fancy looking manor Elaine gave Edel a questioning glance before looking up at a woman suspended in the air. She shifted from foot to foot as she stood in the hall waiting. "Not entirely a situation where I want to meet the finer people of Loan..." Elaine mumbled to herself but she straightened up and pushed her goggles up on her head, they sank into her curls and gleamed in the lights. "What do we do now?" She asked returning to watching the woman kick and wail. "It won't be long before the masses overrun most of the city. Especially if something doesn't stop whoever started this mess."
A smirk danced on her features, her eyes glinted with an unspoken humour. With an idle wave of her hand, she left the unspoken suggestion aside for the time being.
‘Regardless, Anderswelter kind have saved this city more than you could believe. Pointless as it is to tell you as much, you will see only what you wish to see.”
A mere glance in the dragon’s directions, the strange woman tilted her head before turning to face her earthen protector. He had done a good job at keeping everything at bay, but now they had to make a move. The only question was where to go from here. Both of the newly acquired allies had opted to stay within her company, for now at least, but that left the choice of what they do up to her. On one hand, the young one will want to fight the ‘witches’ he despises so, and the snake wishes to protect the young one. One would wish to fight and the other will want to huddle away somewhere safe. And her?
Hiding would not stop the dead from ravaging the city. If everyone chose to bunker down and do nothing, eventually the necromantic creatures would overrun and destroy everything.
'I could locate where the magic is being sourced from, however this scale of magic either indicates a group of people working together or someone very very powerful. Spells of this magnitude held for this amount of time, no ordinary person could pull off such a feat without severe consequences. We’ll need to gather more people who can fight.'
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 5, 2018 23:10:21 GMT
They didn’t have long to wait for their guest to arrive. Caitlin’s father looked utterly taken aback by the portal. “...I didn’t know you could do... that,” he mumbled in disbelief. Already Cait could see the calculations churning in his brain about how to secure themselves against this new information.
“Father, Maria... Mom; these are my friends. More or less,” she didn’t honestly recognize everyone but if Edel brought them here then they were welcome to stay. “Glad you all could make it,” she added to the rest in a sort of distracted manner. Her eyes were constantly shifting back to her elevated undead mother. To say the greetings and introductions were out of place would be an understatement. But manners were manners and if nothing else her father could at least be proud of that.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
The mysterious figure was so preoccupied with watching the struggles of the...less fortunate, that when he turned back to watch his favorite, fighting groups, it took him a while to notice that the number of zombies coming back was slowly decreasing...
"...Did they figure it out...? Nah..." the figure thought to himself. Turned out to mostly to be due to random, flailing about. Doubt that any of them paid attention in their panic to realize that any zombie that was beheaded was not coming back for the rest of the evening...
...though that one girl with the golem gave him a small idea...but he was going to wait a little longer, see what they do next...
They were in a manor? H-how was that possible? Again, Wern felt the need to throw up, and again, he found there was little left in him to throw up. Instead he focused on Chakaia, who, in turn, was focused on what he presumed was the lady of the house— or one of them. Another was floating in the air. “This is madness,” Wern whimpered and although he did not necessary move behind Fawna, he did edge closer to her. Chakaia quacked at the bump, still confused as to how the big bird could be a bird but not bird. But, Chakaia was preoccupied. She recognized the house. And the lady. She had been there before. Angrily, Chakaia honked once at Cait before tapping her foot on the floor. Pulling out her wings, she fluttered them almost as if she was preparing to charge.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Gathering more people? “EIRAl has troops,” Corey responded near instantly. He ignored her early comments, or at least, tried to. It was hard to ignore a voice in his head. “We should go to them.”
Sayvahn’s scrunched up a bit under the strange woman’s gaze. He recognized the principal, the recognition that his words were heard but whether they would be followed was a different story. He would just have to hope that she would at least consider his wishes even if she didn’t’ follow through with them. At Corey’s insistence about EIRAl, Sayvahn knew that was not going to go well. Anders and EIRAL didn’t mix. Corey was an example of that. And the prospect of fighting? Did Sayvahn really want that to happen? The magic had to be stopped, yes, but he couldn’t fight. At least, not like he used to. But, if he doesn’t go, then what of Corey? Would the Pheonix even take him along? And what of Zeara? There were too many variables, too many conditions. At least the Phoenix seemed to know what she was doing. At least, that’s what he hoped. “Do you have people in mind?” Sayvahn cautiously asked.
“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 Edelweiss Fjäril on May 8, 2018 21:37:59 GMT
"It's nice to see you all in good health," Edelweiss greeted the residents with a polite nod, ...Or as well as possible anyways." and finished with a wince as she glanced at Caitlin's mother, who isn't exactly 'alive' enough to be called healthy at the moment - and yet still continued flailing about midair.
"...Uh, Cait, do you... want help with her?..." The redhead offered, tentatively. She could 'stash' the older woman alongside her own father within a portal if needed be, at least until they choose a further course of action, but she didn't know if Caitlin had anything different in mind already. Nonetheless, she doubted telekinesis casting could last the whole night.
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Meanwhile that, back on the streets of the Theater District, the cryo-projection figures switched combat tactics from slicing vital points at random to just aiming for the undead's head once it became apparent that hitting them in the skulls (or separating it from the bodies) was effective in keeping the dead... well, dead.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 8, 2018 23:47:24 GMT
"I'm.... not sure." Caitlin answered honestly. Should she just.... throw her out the window? Gently? or like... She really didn't know what to do, in part because her heart was aching too much for her head to think clearly. The pain was too much to focus around and it was strange.
Who knew emotional pain could be more debilitating than physical pain.
Her father however was not nearly as nonplused. "If you wouldn't mind," he responded, eager to have the dead spouse out of sight out of mind, where he wanted to keep her. Not that he disliked her persay, just that, well.....
She was dead. and this was unnatural. quite wrong.
The bird ruffling its feathers made the man stand straighter. Tensed at the sight of the creature on his nice carpet. Maria on the other hand leaned lower to coo at the fawn and try to calm it. She was as good with animals as she was with cooking.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Fawn had half a mind to ask what the fair woman had done to the poor bird, but she seemed preoccupied with absently keeping an eye on Wern. However, despite the affairs going on in the house she had to go with the curly-haired barrel roller's questions, "It also won't be long before they find this building and us in it. We should probably keep moving...." She ran her gaze over everyone in turn waiting for a decision to be made about something, preferably the woman kicking and screaming above.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 10, 2018 15:11:42 GMT
"Alright. We can stash her along my dad until thinking of what else to do." The redhead nodded, then opened a portal right beneath the floating woman and slowly moved it upwards until it engulfed her away from view. "You can drop your cast, then I'll close it."
Caitlin seemed to have the same amount of surety for dealing with her mother as Edelweiss herself had when dealing with her own father, but Caitlin's father seemed to have decided it already. Hopefully this might appease the both of them. And Fawna was right too, they better move.
"If we barricade the entrances with furniture it should hold on for an extra while. But I'd rather find whoever orchestrated this mess before they find us anyway." She turned to look at the baroness. "Will you come too?"
Spells used:
Gating II + Telekinesis I
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Appearing from his den of thieves, he notices a man running, who seems to fixate on Levi, yelling for help while being chased by two people who seem to be apologizing, and taking a quick surrounding shows the masses of the town center to be formed almost ultimately by the same groups, with the forgiving of some. Levi begins to jog towards the man coming towards him, getting a closer look at the being and people behind him, understanding that this was no normal situation. He begins to back step as the man continues, crying for his help for mere moments before Levi returns with a bottle of clear liquid, he takes a long swig and motions for the guy to steer his momentum to the side, waiting for the precise moment to lean forward, flicking his fingers in front of his mouth as the alcohol comes forth in a firey scorch of flame, just like a fire dancer during the summer festival. Whether or not if works to great effect is beyond Metalmaw, as he begins to bounce ship, the gears turning in his head that he may not be the only one in this hell hole, and leads foot towards the Baron's manor.