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Post by The Shadow of Death on Dec 9, 2017 3:14:48 GMT 2
[? ? ?: Ash, Kunwir, Frost, Merona]
Kunwir waved one of his hands as a hazy water like substance that was incorporeal came into being between the two of them, instantly drifting towards Ash. It was a sleeping spell of sorts, able to mentally knockout nearly anything, and was outside of the normal influence of magic. As Ash fell asleep from the spell (sorry for assuming, but it makes sense given the way things are going so I am just going with it), he placed her over Frost's back. "You know what to do furball." Is all he said before motioning for Merona and Frost to follow him as he set out to follow the man from a bit earlier.
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
A tickle appeared in the back of Rowan's mind as a thought was injected into her by the Rune Galdur. A small spell of sorts. It required her to raise her finger into the air before her face and draw a single symbol and say a single word in the Rune Galdur... After that, she would be able to read and understand what was laid before her as if it were in her native tongue.
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Post by zearea on Dec 11, 2017 10:24:18 GMT 2
[? ? ?: Ash, Kunwir, Frost, Merona]
I felt the haze of sleepiness overcome me and smiled, my mental blocks that would otherwise try and resist the effect, coming down. "Thank you..." I breathed, falling limp and feeling just before I collapsed atto Kunwir's feet, the hallow armor to gather me in his arms and set me atop a furred back.
Frost?
My mind became blank, trapped in a dreamless slumber...
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
A wide smirk forms across the furry dragon, wolf, cat's maw as the symbols on the manual become illegible with a few waves of a clawed finger, a gentle hum rumbling in her throat.
"... Fuck yes!"
After that the Chimera poured over the manual, scrolling through and squinting. It took more then a few minutes, more like a few hours before she was more comfortable with the controls and by this time she was starving, her stomach groaning.
"Why couldn't they have dropped me in here when I was grocery shopping?" Rowan growled and reached for a holographic gear stick that materialized when she followed the instructions in the manual. Her other hand began turning on functions, voice barking orders.
There was an awful sound of grating, the whole ship shuddering as it tried to free itself from a few millennia of plack, sediment and coral life. Rowan of course revved the engines full boar, the controller used to wriggle this way and that. Eventually they do get free and shoot through the water at rocket speed!
"Holy shit me." Rowan crowed in both fright and victory. "UP UP UP!"
Before them a wall loomed, causing Rowan to frantically steer the ship upwards. Unfortunately they were not far enough off the ground because the back end thumped against the ocean floor almost completely unseating her, although luckily there was a Commander Belt that had appear from a compartment in the throne and strapped her down.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Dec 14, 2017 7:54:35 GMT 2
[? ? ?: Ash, Kunwir, Frost, Merona]
Kunwir watched as the cloaked man from before flitted out from behind a tree, glaring at Kunwir once before turning away, starting at a walk to make sure they were following.
Kunwir motioned for Merona and Frost to follow and not fall behind. He started walking after the cloaked man, sensing Frost move as well. Merona was slightly hesitant, but also followed quickly after thinking for a moment.
Before long, they were all dashing through the forest. Frost, with Ash upon her back, was able to pass through the forest silently, and very steadily, not even letting her passenger hardly shake. Merona was having a bit of problem keeping up, but she was able to supplement that with a little singing of the Rune Galdur.
Before long, a suspicious looking copse of trees appeared in sight. The hooded man ran right into the center before stopping. The others followed, stopping beside him. The cloaked man made a few obscure hand motions before the ground beneath all of them glowed brightly, the light enveloping them before transporting them.
They appeared in a treetop village, wooden bridges spanning long expanses between massive trees. Houses were grown into the trees, and their inhabitants quickly scurried away when the newcomers appeared. From a flash of sight here and a flash of sight there, long pointed ears could be seen poking straight out of the sides of their heads as they hid. Elves! Wood elves to be specific. The cloaked man was scowling beneath his hood, but still guided them forward, through a maze of wooden bridges before stopping before a tree that made the rest look like saplings. This tree was hundreds of meters across, and the top was not visible, nor the bottom.
The cloaked man knocked upon a door before an old, wise female voice drifted through the door. "Who is it!" The voice snapped.
"Your son has come to visit." The cloaked man tersely said.
A short gasp sounded from inside, followed by a rustling and the door swinging wide open. "Come in, hurry!" She told Kunwir, curiously looking around at his companions with a raised eye. She was not all that tall, just barely 5', with long pointed ears, she too was an elf. However, her ears did not point straight out, but pointed upward, close to her head. She was a High Elf.
Kunwir waved for them all to follow. The cloaked man was about to follow as well, but was given a stern glare by the old woman. Seeing her glare, he quickly stopped, just standing guard outside as the others entered, the door closing afterwards.
The old woman quickly fixed tea, serving herself and Merona, placing a magically infused water into a bowl in front of Frost. After the refreshments were served, she placed a hand on Ash, inspecting her condition before shaking her head. "I see. A rare one you have here. Her magic circuits though... Hrmm... I may be able to help her, but that would require her to cooperate, and even then with her special physique that absorbs magic, it may be extremely difficult. Is this why you came here?" She asked before turning to Kunwir.
"No mother. She will heal naturally while asleep apparently. What I came here for was to hide for a few days. Dervish... She went berserk it seems."
"Oh dear..." Was the woman's only reply, shaking her head. "Tell me everything son." She said before sitting down and sipping her tea.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Dec 18, 2017 4:57:52 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
The screens before you were blaring in alarm when the back end of the ancient city/ship scraped across the ocean floor. a glaring red flashing warning was also scrolling across them too fast to read. An ancient voice started to sound out through some sort of system, feminine in tone, if a little mechanical and glitched right now. "Niquitonix, overall damage at 43.79%... approaching solid matter... Risk assessment level red. Initiating quantum phase shift shielding... Power levels becoming dangerously low, rerouting life support and most auxillary power to quantum shift and engines, taking over piloting. Autopilot initiated. Target destination: closest inhabitable land. Target found, rerouting trajectory... Power assessment: barely enough power to make landfall. Please refer to power restoration in the manual." The voice spit out, not listening to anything said or done by anyone, directly taking control of the ship as an emergency counter measure.
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Post by zearea on Dec 30, 2017 3:45:17 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
Rowan growled as the controllers stopped obeying her commands, but quickly decided it was probably best and starts bringing up the manual about 'Power Restoration'. It was not a simple explanation, the jargon making the Chimera's head spin as she tried to make sense of it.
As she does, the ship righted itself and began ascending though the water rapidly, however inside the ship the sudden acceleration was not effecting the occupants at all, as if the ship had its own gravitation field. Nonetheless, Rowan found herself effected in much stranger way. As the ship awoke, so did its sentience. Before her materialized a translucent body that's physiology could neither be male or female. It was like a full grown adult sized child which had not hit puberty yet. It was also sported medium to short hair and a neutral jaw shape, the seeming humanoid opening its eyes to stare at Row.
Rowan arched a furry brow at this and slowly shifted as if to undo the straps about her torso, but the belt had a different mechanism holding it together and the Chimera had yet to figure this out. "Ah... Hi?" She finally supplied and twitched as the humanoid smiled.
"Greetings Captain, it is an honor to finally meet you. So long have i awaited your arrival in Niquitonix! Please present your right hand so as we can cement the contract between us." The holographic man/woman bowed and cheerful extended a hand in Rowan's direction.
Rowan frowned, "What? Captain? Contract? I ain't got a clue what you are talking about!" She exclaimed gruffly, finally managing to shred the belt and free herself from the 'Throne'. There was 'shh' and Rowan looked at the arm of the chair to see a compartment slip open. Out slithered a metallic appendage like rope with a bulbous end which expanded, revealing a circular row of tiny needles.
The holographic humanoid frowned too, eyeing the Chimera suspiciously, "They did not tell you? No matter, the contract is here."
'poof' Before Row a screen appeared that allowed her to scroll with a finger and explained the contract.
- The captain will do everything in their power to service their ship and ensure compliance with Galactic Travel Legalities - The captain will not unnecessarily endanger the ship and its occupants for personal gain. - The captain cannot leave their ship for more then 28 day cycles without contacting their appointed Cyrise and producing a valid reason, thus receiving an exception. If the captain fails to do this, the contract is nullified and with it all benefits are stripped, along with the title: Captain. Warning voiding of contract may be fatal. - It is the captain's responsibility to find suitable crew members if they cannot effectively keep up with the servicing and control of the ship. It is highly recommended that there are at least 5+ crew members. - Misuse of your Cyrise gifts could result in nullification of the contract. See to section 2 A for more information.
The list of 'instructions' continued for a length before the Chimera lifted her head and eyed the patiently waiting Cyrise. "So what are these gifts I am supposed to be receiving from you? And can't this ship travel to any dimension?" Rowan Quin was not exactly a power hungry being, but clearly the Rune Galdur had foreseen and pushed her in the direction if this ship for a reason.
'What are you up to?' She thought to the entity inside of her, before focusing on Cyrise.
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Post by zearea on Feb 11, 2018 17:57:18 GMT 2
[ , Zenith] Powerful as they were terrible, the hags had a common goal with Zenith who by association with a certain chaotic entity, made her an ally if not a reluctant friend. To trust a hag was before recent catastrophic events, a heinous act, yet here she was listening to the three woman sing a chilling lullaby, their hands clasped as in the middle she stood like a sacrifice to a wicked demon. The hair at the nape of her neck rose, feeling immense divine power flooding the hedge stone circle they were within and circle at the rate of a mini tornado. As this happened the woman of red and yellow hues felt her patron wrap greedy tentacles about her torso, the ends curling around her neck in the process. The pressure was firm and Zenith felt her throat begin to cave and breath struggle to meet her lungs, yet the panic did not stir, instead she sighed and went limp, allowing the 'embrace' to comfort and hold her still as she hugged a white staff to her chest and rested a cheek to the pulsating shaft. There was a wrenching feeling as reality was peeled away, leaving them all in the wavering demi-plane often dubbed, The Dream-Land. Here everything was similar to the reality yet had many alterations, one of which was the opaque sheet of what appeared to be glass reflecting a bird's eye view of a abyss of pitch black. Eyes glowing a burning red, Zenith peered through it and felt her patron recede gently, leaving the sorceress to approach the glass and pass through it with no hesitation. The material molded around her body as she stepped into it like it was some kind of liquid, before making a wet slap when it joined again behind her. That was when Zenith felt no surface beneath her feet and began to plummet toward the ground, the sense of de-ja-vu drawing a crooked smile to her burgundy lips. It seemed she was falling pin-drop, yet soon she was falling horizontal, her hair whipping up around her face and robe cemented to her backside. She strained hard to sense when a surface would form beneath her and readied a spell to slow her descent. No sense came to mind for at least three minutes of this free-falling and Zenith frowned, not particularly concerned in her current state of being, her excitement however had quadrupled.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Feb 12, 2018 7:22:46 GMT 2
[? ? ?: Ash, Kunwir, Frost, Merona] Kunwir explained everything that happened in the last few days, as far as he was aware of it, to his mother. “Ah, so that is why things suddenly became so hectic here... The Creator has been sealed. There is practically no way to kill him after all, so sealing is about the best they can muster, and even that is not so simple... You have a long journey ahead of you, and I fear things may be changing faster than you all realize...” she said before shooing them out and having rooms prepared for them each. Kunwir helped to escort everyone to their rooms, placing Ash on a bed in her room and leaving a note to explain what has happened here since she has fallen asleep thus far, as well as a small map to the others of their small group. He also escorted Frost and Merona to their rooms before retiring to his own, where he sat down and sighed as he shook his head. [Niquitonix: Rowan] The only feeling she received from the Rune Galdur was one of unfathomable deep wisdom. As if she would never know the full depth of what the Rune Galdur is capable of. (go ahead and continue on the way of the ship and contract stuff, I want to see where you end up with all of it ) [Black Abyss (yes it is important to specify black, as there is a White Abyss as well)] A tall and slender figure bathed in the darkness of the Abyssal energy as a small but rotund silhouette appeared not far before him, kneeling (although he was so short it didnt make any difference in height). “Master, it has been done. The Shadow of Death has been sealed and stashed away on Linwyce. From there he will likely not be able to do much at all.” the short figure said with reverence, the dwarven voice echoing slightly in the Abyss. “Good. Now only to hope Origin does not interfere with this. As long as he has no way of knowing I am involved he will be hesitant to step in. Once I step in though... things will get messy.” the tall slender figure said as he sat down into the Abyss as it formed, unseen, to make a chair for him. He suddenly started to laugh as he thought about the meaning of Shadow being sealed. Things would go much better with him out of the picture. His laughter suddenly stopped though. Something was fast approaching from above, and he had not noticed it. They had also not held their voices in, since this was the Black Abyss, there should be no one other than Origin to have access here right now, yet some strage thing was falling directly at this tall man, and before he could stand, he caught the figure with astonishment. There, in his lap and arms, was a woman who had literally just fallen out of the 'sky'.
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Post by zearea on Feb 12, 2018 14:46:59 GMT 2
[? ? ?: Ash, Kunwir, Frost, Merona]
I awoke once again cocooned within a soft blanket, except now it was without the pounding inside my head nor the weakness of limbs. The replenishment was complete, I could sense it in the lightness of my body which upon rising and curiously peering around this new room, eventually led to me entering a bathing section where I could see myself in a mirror. I looked as fresh of face as the day Shadow and I discussed plans within the golden castle.
Thoughts of my mentor caused a wrenching of my heart in worry at the thought of what he may be enduring with his capture. Another tentative feel for his location or even a sense of presence revealing that he still lived resulted in blankness and an empty void. Where ever he was had barred such connection. With a heavy sigh I let my focus slip but not in its entirety, before wandering back into the bedroom where a note lay waiting.
The curious goings on of the night and day prior written sparingly on the parchment left me with enough knowledge to seek out Merona at least, which was truly not a difficult task given the unique feel of the Rune Guldur. Thus I left, ears drooping and smile slipping when a stranger's distrusting gaze scanned me along the way.
'Tap, tap, tap'
I rapped my knuckles lightly against the door to what I suspected was Merona's room. "Princess? It is I, Ash." My ears pricked for sounds from the other side as my mind sifted through aura's for Kunwir and Frost.
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
Cryse clapped its hands together, "Oh, I see you are so very eager! Terrific." The AI robotic words were in contrast to the emotion of excitement to the point Cryse sounded sarcastic, yet Rowan did not get the sense it was on purpose. "In regards to power, Niquitonix was built to house users of the Rune Guldur which I very much sense in you, thus you will find upon cementing the contract that your knowledge of what it can do will increase, along with the ease of which it can be used. Think of it as an amplifier and memory bank where you can access everything documented in our systems from other user's of the Rune Guldur."
Rowan twitched, pausing in her scrolling to stare at Cryse with narrowed cat like eyes. She hadn't even scratched the surface of this new power Vax had given her and wasn't even aware of the true capabilities like the fact that it could change the very fabric of reality. "That does sound kind of worth it." She muttered, mulling over in her head of the possibilities. A few seconds passed and the chimera nodded, grinning widely, "Alright you have yourself a contract!"
An awkward smile formed on Cryse's face before he/she pointed at the metallic appendage hovering in the air like it was alive. "Hold out your hand, I need a sample of your blood for DNA recognition and recording purposes." The AI simply replied and took a step back.
Eyeing the needle Row scowled and raised a furred hand to it, allowing the appendage to position just right to strike. The needles stabbed into her palm and she flinched, throwing Cryse a 'are you serious?' glare, however the instance was rather brief since as soon as her blood was pulled it slid back into the chair. When nothing appeared to happen except that her palm now stung, she asked sarcastically. "Is that it?"
Cryse merely smiled and brought up a panel that showed an alien version of a loading bar.
'Authorization process calibrating...' 'Complete' 'Now Syncing'
Abruptly Rowan felt searing pain within herself that reminded her vividly of Vax carving the Rune Guldur into her at the beginning. It was nothing to the feel of her mind being expanded and flooded with knowledge and once again another consciousness this time that of the ship's. Held firm in the seat she could only squirm so much, hands gripping her skull as she groaned and whimpered.
Hieroglyphs spread across her flesh, seeming to burn through the fur to leave permanent scars that glowed an array of colours. They were similar to much of the scrawl along the walls and floors that were now vividly visible to her and which she could understand as the very language of the Rune Guldur. Somewhere through the process Rowan passed out, her dreams filled with images of different glyphs and their meanings, how by picturing them in her mind she could call its magic to her very quickly and with ease.
[The Black Abyss, Zenith]
A delicate 'oomph' slipped from between parted lips when arms caught and supported her slight body in a cradling manner. The chaotic energies of the elements naturally repelled the abyssal energies from her form, creating a colourful aurora that extended four or five inches from her skin. Bristling with power that threatened to warp magic into such illegibility that they lost the intended purpose, Zenith was in and of her self passively warping reality, at least to the degree of making casting a spell on her a feat.
Tilting her head back she lifted a hand to flick her fiery locks away from her eyes which locked onto the eyes of the astonished man who looked down at her. There was a bemused glint in their pupiless depths and the way she quirked a brow, lips curling into a small, mysterious smile. Zenith rested unabashedly ply, as if this was natural and safe, her grip on the staff loosening as she extending it out beside her.
"Oh my, this has become a habit I fear..." She replied, her warm, velvety voice having a laughing quality to it as if this was exceedingly amusing. "I suppose I aught to introduce myself, I am Zenith." Her eyes slid from his to the rotund figure she sensed, her lips pursing, "I was under the impression my 'dropping in' was pre-ordained, however the expression worn upon your features suggest otherwise. Am I interrupting? Forgive me, I realize how insufferably rude this must seem."
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Apr 23, 2018 7:40:34 GMT 2
[? ? ?] A tall slender figure stood among an expanse of liquid metal of some sort... The metal actually appeared to be more mirror like than actually metal, and this was shown by how it reflected all that was around it so clearly one could easily be disoriented by which part was real and which was a reflection. The slender form turned slightly as a sigh escaped such well defined lips. Those lips were situated on a face that was soft and ever clear, with high cheek bones and a small nose. The eyes set within the face were trembling softly as a tear fell slowly down.
"Please Yogan... You must know he cannot be lost here. Too much rides on his shoulders." A clarion voice trembled as the owner shook her head, her long platinum hair flowing with that movement, partially tangling. "Scry him. You must. Surely the prophecies you have seen portray this as a calamity... Help me."
"I am sorry Nwura..." An age old voice returned softly, his voice having a slight rasp to it due to the age that showed upon his being, even though he has been like this since the dawn of creation. Yogan, The Prophet. He has been receiving and writing prophecies since time didn't even exist... And yet here he refused to use his own abilities. "If I interfere like this, there will be consequences you cannot justify."
Nwura's face suddenly underwent a tremendous change at that excuse. "You dare deny me due to this!" Her guilt and worry had instantly been sparked to unadulterated rage. "Shall I call upon the Vox Aeterni Entia to quell your refusals and force your hand?! I will know where he is, and you will tell me old man." Nwura said as her slender hand, suddenly reached out towards him and grabbed his neck. "Tell me."
At this outburst that was so unexpected, the liquid mirror beneath the began rippling and swaying, as if a storm was brewing... "Now now children..." Another feminine voice cut in from nowhere.
"Show yourself Endesha. It is no use hiding in the void here. All is laid before me within this realm, as it is my source of power." Nwura spoke, her voice low and venemous.
At that insistence, a golden colored figure stepped out of a void not far away, stepping on to the liquid metal as if it was smooth and clear, which actually seemed to happen as soon as her small foot touched the surface. The whole area calmed dramatically. "He is not all powerful, even he has his limitations. Even your husband has limitations, so how can one of his creations not as well?" She asked with just as much venom before shaking her head. "Ah, I let my vindictiveness overwhelm me at a most inopprotune time. Let me tell you this. You husband yet lives, this I know. And I also know that King Vaxinhonarg is the one that sealed him... There is one further bit of, let's say... sensitive, information... Phinserex in the one pulling the strings here. We knew something of this Calibur would happen about now, but even we failed to see that it would be like this. You are trapped here, this you know. Without the Shadow Realm operating, your Mirror Realm also fails to opperate due to a lack of balance. Only your daughter's Greyverse stands a chance to work right now, but she cannot leave her position right now lest many other things fall out of place. I suggest your grandson be contacted... He is your only real hope right now. I can offer you no further advice." Endesha said before turning to leave. "Also, release the old fart. He is too useful to me for you to kill him." She said as if in passing before vanishing.
Nwura let her hand go, dropping Yogan to the floor before turning around, her loose white clothing swaying outward as she did before settling upon her body once more. "It seems I must dream a dream." She muttered to herself before walking away without another glance at Yogan, as if her previous rage and I've never existed.
[? ? ?: Ash, Frost, Merona] Merona quickly came to the door and opened it, ushering you to come in excitedly. Frost lay on the bed within as well, and it was apparent that she had been being used as a pillow, quite contently at that it seemed.
"How are you feeling?" Merona quickly asked as she closed the door behind you, her face full of worry as she looked you over carefully. "Is aught amiss?"
"Leave her be for a moment and I am sure she will actually be able to answer a question..." Frost said as she slowly opened her eyes to look at you and Merona.
[? ? ?: Kunwir] Kunwir stood under the sunlight brazenly as the elves passing back and forth in the treetops shot him hateful glares, with mumbled insults ranging from 'traitor', to 'undead mixbreed scum' we're heard here and there.
Kunwir smiled inwardly at these insults, shaking his head slowly. These elves wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for him back then, him and his mixed bloodline. He was half Giant and half Elf then... His history was dark and painful, to the point he forsook his flesh for this body to take revenge when offered the chance by Shadow all those years ago. So thankful was he that he has loyally served Shadow ever since as his Vanguard.
As he reminisced he listened closer. Even though he no longer had a body of flesh, nor technically the DNA of an elf, he could still hear the trees calling out, and thier jubilation to see him once more as they sang his praises for ridding them of those that would destroy the forest all those years ago. The planit never forgets, and it's children of nature naturally remember as well. Though civilizations rise and fall like leaves on the wind, nature stands the tests of time, enduring all and reclaiming that which hath been abandoned by those who once thought to control nature or harness it.
One day these elves would fall too. His home would fall. When it did, he wasn't sure if he would be sad, guilty, or grateful for nature reclaiming his home. He had changed so much over the centuries and millennia as it was, and here he was, pondering something so pointless right now.
"Gratias Tibi." He said softly before turning and leaving from his place of pondering, a soft wind brushing his face like a caress in return. "Requiem, amica mea" came his soft reply as he walked towards merona's room very slowly.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Apr 24, 2018 6:36:35 GMT 2
[Dreamscape: Rowan]
When Rowan passed out, absorbing all of the information from the ship, she fell into a dreamscape of an odd design. A golden mist surrounded all of the visible area, which wasn't that large and only had an iridescent floor. The golden mist that swirled around the perimeter clearly had traces of the rune Galdur symbols present as well, glowing and mysterious, fading and shifting constantly.
A smooth voice carried softly out of the mist, feminine in nature mainly, but with other voices overlapped as if they were one, "Welcome my child. I know this is your first time here. Stay for a bit and get comfortable." The voice called out as a woman of middling height stepped out of the mist. Her figure was legendary for sure, and her face was pure and simple, but her smile was transcendent. "I am the embodiment of the Rune Galdur within you. Without me here, you would not be able to use such abilities at all." She said as she still smiling. "You have pleased me by finding our ancestral home, and the knowledge you are gaining is both undeniably powerful and helpful, but at the same time destructive and corrupting. Be wary." She said before another voice cut in from the side.
"Intriguing..." The voice was strong and masculine, echoing out from within the runic mist. "I search for my grandfather's essence in the Astral dreamscape and instead I am drawn to you... Why is that maiden?" The voice asked as a tall slender man stumbled out of the mist, which caused the woman to frown with anger. He looked to the woman and smiled slightly. "Don't worry, your wards for this area are plenty strong, but you cannot lock the King of the Astral Realm out of any part of the Dreamworld." He then ignored her for now and turned to Rowan. "So my fair maiden," at which time you could probably tell that you were in your human form here. "Why does your presence here draw my attention when I am searching for my grandfather..." He pondered aloud.
[Black Abyss: Zenith] Phinserex quickly put Zenith down while maintaining an icy expression. "Unexpected indeed." He said, wary, but also attracted to her for some reason, remiss that he put her down so quickly after the fact. "For what purpose have you come here?" He asked with a cold voice, even though inside he rather curious and wanted to be closer to you, he could not let himself give in so easily.
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