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
Dung... she was busted. Clariee was caught by the wondering eyes of the one in the scarf before she could pull back behind her hiding space. Now there was no point to it and she kept her eyes trained on the one that felt the need to approach her first. His hands, she noticed, were alight with... light... and that made her insides tie up in knots. These were definitely Andersweltlers. The warning bells of her upbringing rang loud and urgent in her mind. Her icy-blue eyes went round before she dropped her brows low over her eyes and lifted her own hands into the air. It was early morning, and there was enough dew in these rustling branches along this tree line.
"I wouldn't come any closer" she warned, as not only the one with the scarf, but now the one with streak of white hair started nearer in her direction. Clariee drawled on her Frostmancy I to freeze the little dew drops. With their solid weight they started falling like little thorny shards of ice. It was more for show than damage, as being hit with these small projectiles as they free fell from the trees wasn't very dangerous. In essence it was a bluff, since there was no darker, more devious magic to back up the 'warning' she was sending.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Mar 1, 2014 3:08:24 GMT
Danny flinched under the rain of small ice shards, and glared at the girl in the bushes. With a low growl, he leapt into the air. At the peak of his leap, a small runed platform of pearl light appeared beneath his feet and he launched himself off of it, flipping through the air so he was over the other mage's head. Now upside down in his flight, another pearl platform appeared beneath his feet as he launched himself like a bullet at the other caster, slamming into the ground in a crouch and causing a spray of dust and dirt to bloom up around him. Danny rose to his full height... which was still shorter than the girl and looked her in the eyes, his own blue eyes faintly glowing in the shadows of the trees. "Why'dja do that? We ain' done nothin' to ya..." Danny leaned in closer, his eyebrows pulled tight with anger. "Or are ya workin' fer someone? Tryin' ta get a bounty on Anders? Which is it? Ya better answer righ', 'cause Jakky 'ere? He's the real deal. Mos' powerful mage in'a city." Well... that might have been a lie... but it didn't hurt.
Her mouth fell open in genuine shock and surprise. she had NEVER seen anyone do THAT before! She forgot to be afraid in her wonderment until the kid landed and got in her face. Her nerves were misfiring all over the place with fear but that only made her angry and her face heated in the cool morning air as the boy instigated the most absurd reasons for her being about. The closer he leaned in the more hastily she shrugged off her coat and as he mentioned a "Jakky" as the most powerful mage, the sleeves slipped from her arms and her wings sprung corporeal from her her tattoos into wide sweeping feathered wings of robin's egg blue and pewter grey. The motion swirled up an artificial gust of wind and like the boy moments before her, she was airborne, dragged backwards into the envelope of her own avian wings and loitered above the trio. Her eyes bounced fearfully between the other two, wondering which of the platform jumpers pals was this powerful mage Jakky. In typical Clariee fashion, when confronted with fear, her mouth got the better of her.
"You're nieve to tell me who's the most powerful, little hopper, when you don't even know who I am," it was a stretch to insinuate she could possibly be the most powerful, but it was a stretch her tempered mind was willing to make.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Mar 1, 2014 3:35:06 GMT
Danny's mouth dropped open... praise the God of Scarves that it hid his surprise. He quickly crossed his arms as he realized what the other person was. "Got it... yer a bird-brained braggart. Not knowin' who ya are jus' means ya ain' even close ta Jakky's level. If ya 'ad any kinda brains, ya wouldn'ta gone higher up where yer an easier target. That, an ya'll attract shadow beasties. Now get down 'ere 'fore ya get us all killed!" Well... Danny's yelling didn't help much. The boy crossed his arms over his chest and stood imperiously, his blue eyes flashing to mirror his heated emotions.
Lefiruc stepped through the trees, his cane in his right hand whilst his left was pressed against his back. He had heard the rumours of course following the Civil War about a little organisation brewing out here... and wished to meet with its leader. However there were other matters to be seen to first. "Ahem." he coughed to get the two young bloods attentions. "If you two are quite done?" he asked, not even batting an eye at the sight of the near-topless woman with the wings.
"Young miss, a word of advice. Invest in some slits or flaps in the backs of your clothings. Otherwise you'll cause yourself some embaressment should you need to take flight in Lodan, or an emergency. It's not entirely fitting for a young lady such as yourself to be gallivanting around half-naked, even if the wings are coming out of a large hole in the back of your shirt. Some gentlemen are far more conservative in their views my dear on what is proper for a lady to wear. Unless you happen to be a dollymop, in which case might I suggest you keep it to the bedroom for now?" said the elder man before looking to the boy in the hat and scarf with the glistening eyes.
"Now then young man, might I presume to advise that you escort us to this "Jakky" of whom you were so loudly proclaiming a moment ago?" he asked, before looking over his shoulders a few times before regarding the pair once more. "And may I add that you do so post-haste? As I'm sure you are aware there are creatures out here that have a... taste for magic, and with you two using it so frivolously just now..." said Lefiruc, his warning being punctuated by the sound of a creature in the distance howling... or it could have been just a regular animal who knows? "I believe that makes my point. Now then, are you going to show us the way to somewhere more secure to continue this riveting discussion, or are you going to stand there and wait to be served up as supper for a shadow beast?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he awaited the pairs responses.
Clariees eyes riveted to the obnoxious know-it-all wisecrack coming out of the trees like the interloper he was. His comment about her clothing being unladylike made her snort derisively, suddenly finding she'd rather team up with the young hopper against the old kook than vice versa. None the less she hovered in the air, albeit lower than the top of the trees so she really wouldn't draw attention to their spot. Its not like she cleared the treetops to begin with, the hopper was exaggerating in his rant out of spite, these pines were devilishly tall.
"I doubt anyone in polite society would care if I dressed like a lady or not with wings sprouting out of my back. Its not like they'd consider me a lady no matter how expensive my clothes or how covered my skin." She scowled at him but otherwise resisted the urge to return insults on the old man, for the simple fact that she too wanted to know who this Jakky was.
Jak stood, a little wide-eyed, as he watched the events unfold. My, my, what a riot. "Exactly!" he called out to the winged woman, and trotted closer. "That, what you just said, is what we're all about. We think," he looked around for effect, "that a lady such as yerself should be respected, wings an' all." He clapped his hands together and rubbed them, smiling all the while. "Now, what's say we all go inside and talk over a nice cuppa, 'ey?" He beckoned the newcomers. "I'm Jak," he was suprprising himself with how much he's said that phrase already tonight. "Who might you two be?" He looked between the bricky young lady and the older man.
Clariee's scowl lessened as the new voice explained their stance on her rights. Then her wings buckled together and lost their lift the moment he introduced himself as Jak. The supposedly most powerful Mage hopper was bragging about. "Oh," she said deflated, falling to her feet with a little bit of a jolt to her knees. She crouched into her landing to absorb the shock before springing back to her feet. Clariee stood with her back strait and her wings folded. To the morally sensitive older man she quirked an eyebrow and jerked her chin in the direction of her coat at his feet. "If you would be so kind as to give me back my jacket, I'd be more than happy to cease offending you with my presence." She was feeling suddenly colder and would be happy to take Jak up on his offer to move things indoors. But first, he had asked her a question.
Clariee angled herself a little more toward Jak. "I'm Clariee, Clariee Donya."
The old man raised an eyebrow as the new person introduced themselves as this Jakky, or rather Jak. "Take no offense young man, but given the way your companion was crowing earlier, I had expected you to be older." he said with a shrug before regarding the scarved lad. "Most powerful mage in all of Lodan?" he asked before looking at the young lady. He looked down towards the jacket by his feet, and using his cane lifted it up till he could hold it in his hands. He put the cane under his arm, offering to put the coat on her shoulders like a gentleman helping a lady with her coat. "I'm afraid my dear you misinterpreted what I said." said Lefiruc once the jacket was returned to her person. He put both hands down on his staffs head, and stood up a little straighter than he had been before. As he did so, there was a flash of fire patterned light from his back before a pair of silver wings with red feathers here and there spread forth through slits and flaps in his jacket, presenting an eight meter wingspan that would have looked impressive... were his wings intact.
Here and there you could see clearly where feathers were missing, as if they had been torn off, whilst others appeared to be burned or had been burned off. Lefiruc winced as a feather fell from his left wing when a soft breeze went through the forest. He unsheathed his cane, revealing the hidden sword within, and used it to pluck his feather from the ground before pocketing it. He then resheathed the blade and looked to the group. "I trust this proves young lady, that your presence does not in fact offend me. I simply offered advice from experience." Lefiruc said, the word experience coming out darker in tone than the rest of his words, although probably unintentionally so. With a grimace on his face he returned his wings back to their state of non-existence beneath his attire before regarding Jak. "I am Lefiruc Storm young sir. Now then, may I suggest we take this conversation inside before we become entrée's for some of the non-local wildlife?"
Jak nodded cheerily. "Well then, Clariee, Lefiruc, come right this way." he beckoned to the doors and started walking back to the steps. He chuckled and glanced back. "Sorry to dissapoint ya with my age, but appearances can be decieving." he winked. He was quite enjoying Danny's hype.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Mar 9, 2014 1:07:32 GMT
"Arrogant old bastard..." Danny spit off to the side and glared at the old geezer. "Don' try an' talk ta me 'bout the beasts. I know more about em than anyone still alive. Dumb old coot." Danny shoved his hands into his pockets and sulked over to stand behind Jak's right shoulder. "Ya gonna nab them too?" Danny cocked his head and glared at the two birds.
Begrudgingly she allowed the older man to place her coat over her shoulders, as he did so she retracted her wings, feeling the shackles of gravity sink into her bones like the magical ink in the skin of her back. It was a crippling experience, one she hated but could not co-exist without. At the 2nd beckon indoors she was quick to flock to this Jakky's side. Well his left side, since Hopper decided to fall in line behind Jak's right. She lifted her chin a notch and straightened her back at the boy's mutterings.
"Nab us too, as in you're being brought in to this... this place... for the first time too?" she whispered tersely over to him as they climbed the few steps to the front cathedral doors.
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2014 21:21:11 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Mar 9, 2014 4:27:45 GMT
Unbeknownst to the group, in the realm of spirits a young man only a few years older than Jak watched them. Their words fell on deaf ears but his eyes watched their lips with care to make out their words. However, due to Danny's scarf, everything he said went unnoticed but the spirit was certain he had a hand in the conversation. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what the conversation was all about but he had assumed it was a minor argument. At present, he was more enthralled by the appearance of the other two who had wings similar to his own. His mother had told him once of others out there who bore wings just as he and his family did but up until he had come to this city, he hadn't come across them.
As the conversation began to shift, the spirit swung around the tree he stood in to the backside where his body sat on a branch leaning against a trunk in a trance. It took him a moment to sink back into himself and then his eyes opened as though he woke from a dream. Tyrell felt only mildly disoriented and the feeling passed soon enough as he stood before swinging around the tree where he had watched them from as a spirit. He did not want to miss this chance and if he could, he wanted to know more so he took to the air, his midnight wings beating on the air to bring him to the entrance of the building where he would land in front of them. When his feet made contact with the ground, he crouched to absorb the shock of the impact and then stood at his full height making him look fairly tall to them. His thick brows knitted with curiosity as he looked down on them and he pushed back his hood to reveal the silver ear muffs he wore. He wanted to speak to them but was afraid of how they would take his voice as although he did not have an accent, he did speak rather oddly.
"Watch your tone with me boy." glared Lefiruc towards the scarved lad. "I may be old, but my hearing is still quite excellent. One does not live through fires and wars without learning a thing or two. I suggest you consider that before next time you mouth off. I do not speak arrogantly when I say I thought he would be older. Had I been one of the EIRAL's as you made your claims, then you would be finding a battalion on your doorstep." he growled. His wings slowly formed once more, opening slowly as he spoke, the magical light from them emerging from the tattoos still cascading from each and every feather making him almost appear to be having wings of fire and flame. "Lodan is a melting pot right now, from the lowest of the low, even to the upper echelons of society. The Civil War may be over, but the wounds born of it have yet to scab over. I suggest you remember that, and mind your tongue. Whilst you still have one to wag." he finished before crouching as the sound of wings reached his ears, and was drawing closer.
When he stood back up, he saw the new man in front of them. "My my," began Lefiruc as he appraised the new lad, "we seem to be gathering quite the flock as it were. I find myself quite envious of you two right now..." said the elder wistfully, as he regarded his own shattered wings before shaking his head clear of the past. "Now then lad, what's your name?" he asked, deciding against putting his away once more. At least for a time he did not have to hide what he was. "I'm starting to wish that Anders friendly tailor hadn't died in the Civil War... he'd be thrilled to have two new patrons." the old man chuckled softly as he regarded the two younger winged Anders.
Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on Mar 10, 2014 3:59:49 GMT
Tyrell's eyes had scanned all of their faces before falling on the first pair of lips he saw moving. He stood tense with his eyes fixated on the movement of lips trying to read the words that came forth since he could not hear them. The wings the man bore made him feel a sense of pain as his own wings closed in around him. Having felt discrimination well because of the abyssal color his own were, he could understand what might have happened to this poor man.
When he thought he'd read right about his name, the dark haired giant shied away if ever so slightly then with a voice that came out as soft and scared, he answered, "Tyrell. I heard there were more like me. I saw this place and saw you people so I watched. I was certain you were like me when I saw the wings and I think magic was mentioned." Of course, he hadn't heard as much as read but to them, they didn't have to know. His speech was odd though like language was foreign in his mouth. "Are you friends," he asks hesitantly. In regards to the tailor, Tyrell was unsure what to say. The pancho he wore hid the exposed flesh on his back that allowed his wings to be easily accessed when they were not present.
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