A Bounty
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*Azulfae
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((Light in a dream is not like light in the physical world, it's a transitional thing as he leaves his mind and enters hers, there is no deception or lies in a dream, only the ability to interpret or conceal/distract. Even darkness when a part of the mind produces light from a metaphorical sense such as a computer screen with nothing but black on it will still light up the room in the dark.))
The Worg paces across the ferine like scape in Zilvai's mind. The dog like being is aware of the other presence and leads it to a common memory. An attempt to bring a little solidarity to the chaos of the dream he finds a place both he and Zilvai know. The ambient fog that is Mir would drift along behind the Worg in the surrounding until they come to a great ravine. A massive hole in the earth falling down perhaps half a mile in depth. The woods continue in all directon around it but here the trees stop and give way to grassy banks overlooking the great chasm.
A waterfall flows from one side and drops down into the depths where a black and icy pool lays below. A path spirals down the edge of the ravine and through behind the waterfall. It is a beautiful place yet darkly haunting.
For a moment a scene of battle flickers far away on the banks of the icy pool below and the other side, as humans armed with silver weaponary fight a number of werewolves. The werewolves are dropping to the weapons and some chemical agent makes the bodies contort and choke on the floor. From darkness a large werewolf with huge upward arching tusks explodes from shadows and lifts a man holding silver greatsword by his neck into the air. A sweep of the creatures hand takes the mans lower body away in an explosion of blood and gore. The image of the battle becomes faded once more.
Further up on the cliff edge on the opposite side at the top of the ravine figures meet. Vampiric looking humans in armour as ancient as a world at the end of it's time meet tall loping werewolves who shrink down into human form as they approach the vampires.
The moon is huge and spirals above the image as if falling but never quite reaching the ground. As it turns there is a huge skull like image of a face stretched in a tortured expression across the back of the moon. It is enormous and cataclysmic to behold. Bigger than a mortal mind can process the importance of.
The Worg crouches on all four of it's legs and settles itself down comfortably on the grass at the edge of the ravine. It seems perfectly at home here. A mind of familiar memories feels like home and that is a rare thing to him now, no matter how dark these memories are.
The fog seeps through the grass around him and whites out the trees behind, he welcomes the presence in the fog to come look upon a moment of beauty as he peers to the side. An image of Worgazhul in his Lunatic armour stands several hundred feet to their left. Behind the image of himself and slightly obscured by him is an image of Zilvai, younger and as she was back then and they are talking.
She bats her wings and seems to be explaining something to him. He gestures to the open space before them over the great dark hole below. The talking comes to a pause and there is a moment of staleness. Worgazhul suddenly grabs her and tosses her from the cliff edge into the darkness of the rift.
Zilvai flies out into the air trying to gain purchase with her wings. Her hands and feet pad the air as if trying to find something to hold onto. The whole dream is filled with suspense and dread of falling. A great space opens before her, a crystal clear image of the fall below, every rock, water droplet, glint of light, moss and lichen, every leaf on every tree and the pebbles on the sand of the shore.
What really happened that day is of irrelevance now. This is a re- living of a moment and the way Worg presents it to Zilvai is for her to live in the now.
The moment is timeless and never ending as it can only be in a dream. Will she catch the air and fly or will she fall....?
The Worg paces across the ferine like scape in Zilvai's mind. The dog like being is aware of the other presence and leads it to a common memory. An attempt to bring a little solidarity to the chaos of the dream he finds a place both he and Zilvai know. The ambient fog that is Mir would drift along behind the Worg in the surrounding until they come to a great ravine. A massive hole in the earth falling down perhaps half a mile in depth. The woods continue in all directon around it but here the trees stop and give way to grassy banks overlooking the great chasm.
A waterfall flows from one side and drops down into the depths where a black and icy pool lays below. A path spirals down the edge of the ravine and through behind the waterfall. It is a beautiful place yet darkly haunting.
For a moment a scene of battle flickers far away on the banks of the icy pool below and the other side, as humans armed with silver weaponary fight a number of werewolves. The werewolves are dropping to the weapons and some chemical agent makes the bodies contort and choke on the floor. From darkness a large werewolf with huge upward arching tusks explodes from shadows and lifts a man holding silver greatsword by his neck into the air. A sweep of the creatures hand takes the mans lower body away in an explosion of blood and gore. The image of the battle becomes faded once more.
Further up on the cliff edge on the opposite side at the top of the ravine figures meet. Vampiric looking humans in armour as ancient as a world at the end of it's time meet tall loping werewolves who shrink down into human form as they approach the vampires.
The moon is huge and spirals above the image as if falling but never quite reaching the ground. As it turns there is a huge skull like image of a face stretched in a tortured expression across the back of the moon. It is enormous and cataclysmic to behold. Bigger than a mortal mind can process the importance of.
The Worg crouches on all four of it's legs and settles itself down comfortably on the grass at the edge of the ravine. It seems perfectly at home here. A mind of familiar memories feels like home and that is a rare thing to him now, no matter how dark these memories are.
The fog seeps through the grass around him and whites out the trees behind, he welcomes the presence in the fog to come look upon a moment of beauty as he peers to the side. An image of Worgazhul in his Lunatic armour stands several hundred feet to their left. Behind the image of himself and slightly obscured by him is an image of Zilvai, younger and as she was back then and they are talking.
She bats her wings and seems to be explaining something to him. He gestures to the open space before them over the great dark hole below. The talking comes to a pause and there is a moment of staleness. Worgazhul suddenly grabs her and tosses her from the cliff edge into the darkness of the rift.
Zilvai flies out into the air trying to gain purchase with her wings. Her hands and feet pad the air as if trying to find something to hold onto. The whole dream is filled with suspense and dread of falling. A great space opens before her, a crystal clear image of the fall below, every rock, water droplet, glint of light, moss and lichen, every leaf on every tree and the pebbles on the sand of the shore.
What really happened that day is of irrelevance now. This is a re- living of a moment and the way Worg presents it to Zilvai is for her to live in the now.
The moment is timeless and never ending as it can only be in a dream. Will she catch the air and fly or will she fall....?
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*Zilvai
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The image within Worgs memories would fall to the ground and vanish. It would show that Zilvai seems too focused within her own dream to recognise anything other then her dream currently.
The Dreamlike entity of hers would be walking along the horizon where the chaos brews. She'd be looking for something or someone. Behind her would be six more of her, just all varied different. One held firey hair, another looked more like a dryad, the other would be consistent of water, yet another would be flickering in and out of exsistence in a cloudy manner, one of them would hold raven hair with winter white fur as skin and the last would hold a very holy attunement with blond hair and blue eyes. The small troup of Zilvai's would follow the know winter white form of the real Zilvai.
However, in the small patch of the recreated part of the Ferine would linger a strange shadowy shape in the distance. It too was searching for something. If looked closely, something that is hiding may be found. A drow with golden hair similar to the looks of the Orsha back on Aesyr. ((Will let Silin decide if Chiriu is spotted by Worg or not.))
The Dreamlike entity of hers would be walking along the horizon where the chaos brews. She'd be looking for something or someone. Behind her would be six more of her, just all varied different. One held firey hair, another looked more like a dryad, the other would be consistent of water, yet another would be flickering in and out of exsistence in a cloudy manner, one of them would hold raven hair with winter white fur as skin and the last would hold a very holy attunement with blond hair and blue eyes. The small troup of Zilvai's would follow the know winter white form of the real Zilvai.
However, in the small patch of the recreated part of the Ferine would linger a strange shadowy shape in the distance. It too was searching for something. If looked closely, something that is hiding may be found. A drow with golden hair similar to the looks of the Orsha back on Aesyr. ((Will let Silin decide if Chiriu is spotted by Worg or not.))
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*Azulfae
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The Worg watches the form of Zilvai drop into the darkness as his thoughts and memories spend themselves and show what needed to be shown to the fog. He takes note of the dismissiveness of Zilvai's mind to outside influence and her unwillingness to be distracted by the sentimentality of the past. He focusses attention on the goings on of her current mental state.
The Worg arises and pads away from the scene towards the display Zilvai gives of her many facets of personality. He had seen this kind of mind before. Many identities, how interesting, he thought to himself, or just a personality divided up into it's traits. Worgazhuls amusement at the many images was clearly evident. His orcish shovanism shines through for a moment with a great sensation to Zilvai of, "How female."
He padded along next to the figures amused how Zilvai's mind had revealed a hidden interloper through simply thinking of them and now gave them the choice to expose themself or not when she had already so boldly done so. A thought is a thought and in a dream thoughts are seen. He respected the shadowy Orsha and chose to not make eye contact with the being or pay it any attention. It was of no consequence for now, merely another interloper like himself and the fog.
For now Worg felt he had been patient enough, he wanted to know what was going on and this dramatic display was unclear and wishy washy. He would need to turn the screws on Zilvai's mind to find out what he needed to know.
The Worg suddenly became dense and heavy in the dream. Around him the light died and slowly an area of nothingness enveloped a portion of Zilvai's dream. Within the black hole a pair of red and familiar eyes peered and with great detail the image of the eyes leered forwards, the whole of the orcs great face showed itself large and looming. Zilvai would feel him draw near to her for a moment feeling her body outside the dream lying still and a presence like Worgazhul hovering over her. She would almost feel a tingle on the skin of her face and a sense of danger from his feral presence. She would want to move due to the discomfort but her body would be asleep and so she would feel held and trapped.
Inside the dream all would become aware of the presence and belittled by it as they realise the Worg was a creature far more ancient and practiced in this place than any of them. A sense of unfairness would fill all, as the Worg showed some of it's true capabilities.
For a moment Zilvai's Lucid conciousness would be forced to be only one awareness and only aware of one thought.
The Worgazhul stands in the darkness holding her by the arms, face to face, eyes to eyes. "Reject me if you will, accept me if you can, are you safe here or would you seek escape?"
In the darkness behind Worgazhul an image of a spell jammer illuminates and fades and then as Zilvai looks back to Worgazhul it is not him anymore, it is Jezzara and she is holding the bounty notice in her hands.
After this moment Jezzara drops the bounty to Zilvai's feet and begins to walk away, as she does so she seems to become tall and bald and green and it is Worgazhul again. He is walking away, always away and will be gone soon. he seems to be very far from her very fast as if the ground between them were growing exponentially as he walked.
Zilvai's dream begins to return to how she had made it, as Worgazhul's influence fades from her mind slowly.
His pace slows and he stops for a moment turning his head in the distance, as he is far away now. He does not look back but he cups his ear as if to hear Zilvai.
In the waking world his body lies sleeping but his right hand moves slightly lifting off his stomach as he starts to stirr.
The Worg arises and pads away from the scene towards the display Zilvai gives of her many facets of personality. He had seen this kind of mind before. Many identities, how interesting, he thought to himself, or just a personality divided up into it's traits. Worgazhuls amusement at the many images was clearly evident. His orcish shovanism shines through for a moment with a great sensation to Zilvai of, "How female."
He padded along next to the figures amused how Zilvai's mind had revealed a hidden interloper through simply thinking of them and now gave them the choice to expose themself or not when she had already so boldly done so. A thought is a thought and in a dream thoughts are seen. He respected the shadowy Orsha and chose to not make eye contact with the being or pay it any attention. It was of no consequence for now, merely another interloper like himself and the fog.
For now Worg felt he had been patient enough, he wanted to know what was going on and this dramatic display was unclear and wishy washy. He would need to turn the screws on Zilvai's mind to find out what he needed to know.
The Worg suddenly became dense and heavy in the dream. Around him the light died and slowly an area of nothingness enveloped a portion of Zilvai's dream. Within the black hole a pair of red and familiar eyes peered and with great detail the image of the eyes leered forwards, the whole of the orcs great face showed itself large and looming. Zilvai would feel him draw near to her for a moment feeling her body outside the dream lying still and a presence like Worgazhul hovering over her. She would almost feel a tingle on the skin of her face and a sense of danger from his feral presence. She would want to move due to the discomfort but her body would be asleep and so she would feel held and trapped.
Inside the dream all would become aware of the presence and belittled by it as they realise the Worg was a creature far more ancient and practiced in this place than any of them. A sense of unfairness would fill all, as the Worg showed some of it's true capabilities.
For a moment Zilvai's Lucid conciousness would be forced to be only one awareness and only aware of one thought.
The Worgazhul stands in the darkness holding her by the arms, face to face, eyes to eyes. "Reject me if you will, accept me if you can, are you safe here or would you seek escape?"
In the darkness behind Worgazhul an image of a spell jammer illuminates and fades and then as Zilvai looks back to Worgazhul it is not him anymore, it is Jezzara and she is holding the bounty notice in her hands.
After this moment Jezzara drops the bounty to Zilvai's feet and begins to walk away, as she does so she seems to become tall and bald and green and it is Worgazhul again. He is walking away, always away and will be gone soon. he seems to be very far from her very fast as if the ground between them were growing exponentially as he walked.
Zilvai's dream begins to return to how she had made it, as Worgazhul's influence fades from her mind slowly.
His pace slows and he stops for a moment turning his head in the distance, as he is far away now. He does not look back but he cups his ear as if to hear Zilvai.
In the waking world his body lies sleeping but his right hand moves slightly lifting off his stomach as he starts to stirr.
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*Zilvai
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((I'll rewind a few steps upon your post as I want to get some actions too and declare how my characters acts/responds to the various things. :) ))
As Worg would have created the fleck of darkness within Zilvai's little dreamscape, more so the bit of space that she had took time to recreate to the very bit of grass, she would come to a stop, noticeable to Worg. The elemental aspects of Zilvai would take a glance around and begin to tallk. The conversation could be easily over heard.
Zyk: "There is a disturbance here. Another Nightmare?"
Sol: "I well assume it is. There is no other being that could envelope such potential here."
Era: "I think - you... are... both wrong. This - disturance - is much... different... then the prev-ious... ones."
Zyk: "What ever it is, I want it dead... NOW!"
Zilvai: "I am not inclined to kill anything before I have seen it. We went through this Zyk."
Sol: "Zilvai is right. Consider this, killing nightmares - her nightmares, on the fly without much reason could lead to consequential memory loss."
Zyk: "**** theory. I banished a few of em ********* already!"
Sol: "Minor ones however. It is hard to proof that Zilvai has forgotten them."
Zyk: "Fine, do you thing. I'll clean my claws in the meantime."
Vai: "I wo-... ...-uggest to go qui-... ...- serve what it is."
Zilvai: "Then let's mo-...ugn."
Zilvai hunches forward, draping her hands around herself as Worg would seem to be physically close to Zilvai's real form. She'd stare to where the darkness would be with half narrowed eyes. It is likely her vision is blurred due to the contact to her physical form, especially as it seems to offer mighty displeasure.
Sol: "Zilvai! Are you well?"
The various elemental aspects would take a step back as they see the created images that Worg would put to disposal before Zilvai. Seems they too can see everything Zilvai can see and vise versa.
Zilvai: "Mother... what mockery."
Zyk: "Another ******* nightmare, eh?"
Zilvai would sigh and slowly lift herself back into a straight position, having grown accustomed to the awkward feeling or atleast not letting it be expressed upon her.
Zilvai: "No doubt. This is an image of her older self. If this is what is going in on Sigil right now, things are looking very bad."
She then snaps her attention towards the darkness that was created by Worg. As it slowly vanishes, she narrowed her eyes a little.
Zilvai: "Or I may still be in luck. What ever it is, we need to get Chiriu of Twilight to the world of the living."
As Worg would have created the fleck of darkness within Zilvai's little dreamscape, more so the bit of space that she had took time to recreate to the very bit of grass, she would come to a stop, noticeable to Worg. The elemental aspects of Zilvai would take a glance around and begin to tallk. The conversation could be easily over heard.
Zyk: "There is a disturbance here. Another Nightmare?"
Sol: "I well assume it is. There is no other being that could envelope such potential here."
Era: "I think - you... are... both wrong. This - disturance - is much... different... then the prev-ious... ones."
Zyk: "What ever it is, I want it dead... NOW!"
Zilvai: "I am not inclined to kill anything before I have seen it. We went through this Zyk."
Sol: "Zilvai is right. Consider this, killing nightmares - her nightmares, on the fly without much reason could lead to consequential memory loss."
Zyk: "**** theory. I banished a few of em ********* already!"
Sol: "Minor ones however. It is hard to proof that Zilvai has forgotten them."
Zyk: "Fine, do you thing. I'll clean my claws in the meantime."
Vai: "I wo-... ...-uggest to go qui-... ...- serve what it is."
Zilvai: "Then let's mo-...ugn."
Zilvai hunches forward, draping her hands around herself as Worg would seem to be physically close to Zilvai's real form. She'd stare to where the darkness would be with half narrowed eyes. It is likely her vision is blurred due to the contact to her physical form, especially as it seems to offer mighty displeasure.
Sol: "Zilvai! Are you well?"
The various elemental aspects would take a step back as they see the created images that Worg would put to disposal before Zilvai. Seems they too can see everything Zilvai can see and vise versa.
Zilvai: "Mother... what mockery."
Zyk: "Another ******* nightmare, eh?"
Zilvai would sigh and slowly lift herself back into a straight position, having grown accustomed to the awkward feeling or atleast not letting it be expressed upon her.
Zilvai: "No doubt. This is an image of her older self. If this is what is going in on Sigil right now, things are looking very bad."
She then snaps her attention towards the darkness that was created by Worg. As it slowly vanishes, she narrowed her eyes a little.
Zilvai: "Or I may still be in luck. What ever it is, we need to get Chiriu of Twilight to the world of the living."
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*Azulfae
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Worgazhul's hand lifts to his face and rubs the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He sits up with a heavy sigh.
His ears tune into the hustle and bustle of the civic festhall beyond the walls of the room.
"Fookin fey bluudz, I can never get my head round dems fookin thoughts"
He slapped himself across the face suddenly and turned over grabbing up a quill and paper. Quickly he scribbled down.
Chiriu of Twilight
His ears tune into the hustle and bustle of the civic festhall beyond the walls of the room.
"Fookin fey bluudz, I can never get my head round dems fookin thoughts"
He slapped himself across the face suddenly and turned over grabbing up a quill and paper. Quickly he scribbled down.
Chiriu of Twilight
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*Lutemasta
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"ALRIGHT! YOU!
SIGN ME UP!
Please.
Im really poor ,I have five kids and a wife to feed without a job."
Is obviously the worst liar ever.
SIGN ME UP!
Please.
Im really poor ,I have five kids and a wife to feed without a job."
Is obviously the worst liar ever.
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*Lutemasta
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
"I WILL RESCUE ZILLEH FROM MIRS SPELL JAMMER!"
He then gets out a few bags full of explosives and runs outside shouting
"MIR COME OVER HERE!"
He then gets out a few bags full of explosives and runs outside shouting
"MIR COME OVER HERE!"
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*drfelly
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Late, apparently, a moon elf dressed in black leather wearing a leather backpack would walk into the inn. She'd walk around the massive crowd toward the barkeep. It was then when she heard Jiro shouting Jezzara's name. She just decided to follow him toward the crowd that gathered. After Jiro runs outside, the moon elf approaches Jezzara.
"I've gathered you are Ms. Jezzara. The screaming one kind of hinted at that..."
she pauses as she looks toward the door where Jiro ran out
"Anyway... You posted about a job and I need jink. So tell me, what is it you need done?"
"I've gathered you are Ms. Jezzara. The screaming one kind of hinted at that..."
she pauses as she looks toward the door where Jiro ran out
"Anyway... You posted about a job and I need jink. So tell me, what is it you need done?"