Rafia: Trials of the Sixth Plane [RP Thread]

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: @ hugget, ofc, there just down a street (or two)

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: You guys can find them if you look for them, easily.
If you start walking in the direction he did then you will soon be able to pick up his aura.

 

[Hugget Sukker]

Apparently, the boy hadn't run so far. Ashen looked very disoriented, and Avi had a feeling someone else was near - another person, but where she couldn't tell exactly.
She tried not to sneak up on Ashen when approaching him: "Hi..."
He was clearly preoccupied with something, and Avi looked around to see if she could spot what occupied him.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: i am stairing straight at meyla...

 

[AIagremm]

OOC: Okay, Ill wait til those two meet up.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla froze. Through a growing gap within the crowd, the young magician came into view.
She hesitated, loosening her grip upon the blade. He swayed on the spot, face full of confusion. She shook her head and spread her wings. The span was small, most of her people's were. The many shades and layers of chitinous green shimmered in the murky light, as she nodded, knelt and kicked off into the sky to hover - at what she considered a safe distance - above the crowd, ensuring she didn't lose sight of the boy. She did not sheathe her blade.

 

[The World Is Flat]

As the thing moved, the boys mind cleared, "It wants to kill me!" he thought desperatly.
He raised his palms and tried to send it away again with a bolt of magic.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Soulblade power

This time Meyla was ready she banked left and swept back up, having readied her blade in attempt to parry the incoming bolt.
"You've made your choice then" she muttered, disappoint evident in her voice.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope came out of the crowd and watched Ashen trying to back away from a strange human-like winged being. She never saw anything like it before. She thought to herself:
"Great, not only this one is a human, it is also a demon of some sort"

 

[Dragonson]

DM: Spell Check: Roll (1d6 +6 from Will): 6. (12)
Rolling Crit Chart: 5. Pwn!
Ashen raised his hand, and let out a massive wave of fire that turned several of the soulless people around him to ashes, but none of the others appeared to take notice.
It soared through the air, right towards Meyla.
DM: Soulblade Ability: Roll (1d6 +2 from Will): 6. (8)
Rolling Crit Chart: 1. Extreme Success!
Meyla's soulblade started shining with bright green light, and a green sphere of energy surrounded her.
The wave of fire went right through both her and the green sphere, and continued into the sky.
DM: Crit Bonus: +2 Will for Ashen and Meyla.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen was furious, he stood there, staring at the flying thing... "Its powerful!" he tought to himself. "What am i getting myself into?" His demon cackled. His resolve steeled.

He raised his palm once more and took aim, launching a blast at the thing... and then another as fast as he could, before diving into the crowd. "I must escape!" he thought to himself..

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope slowly stepped back behind the silent people with emotionless expression on her face. She hoped that someone who is wretched like her wouldnt be dark...
She turned and ran through the ocean, listening, trying to hear Ashen's steps.

 

[Dragonson]

For some reason ashen's magic did not quite do as he wanted it to this time.
He did not manage to conjure any kind of projectile, and it was almost like he was completely out of power.

 

[The World Is Flat]

But he didnt care, he ducked into the crowd, trying to loose sight of meyla.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla gasped, softened her grip on the her blade, the green shield flickered out of existence as she fluttered wildly for height, determined not to lose the boy. She sheathed her sword in it's long scabbard upon her back, cleverly placed so the wings, even when folded did not hinder withdrawal.
Sweeping low over the crowd, it was easy enough to catch up with the scrabbling boy fighting his way through the mass.
He was afraid, she'd seen it before and doubted any real malice was directed at her.
"Child, why do you run?" she called softly.

 

[AIagremm]

OOC: If she said it to me like that I would shit my pants... O.O

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen stumbled over in fear when he heard her call, his head ramming into the flagstones, he was unconsious.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla was taken aback, she hadn't had quite the effect she anticipated. Nevertheless she decided to land, dropping gently by the figure, wings folding.
''What now?'' she wondered aloud.
''Do I take your life, like you tried to take mine?'' she drew her blade, but made no move to strike.

 

[Wolfe]

Amnora approached, the scent of raw magic had wafted in the air, merging with the powers radiating from beyond. She had seen what had happened from a distance, and watched Meyla as she approached Ashen. The woman that had fell from the sky - she was short, with a tide of auburn hair flowing behind her. Grasping her body was a peculiar set of armor. She watched her intently, but would she strike? Both were like her - aliens to this hell. She then decided what she would do - take the diplomatic road.

She intervened, the soulblade upon Rulaan began to glow. "Would you really strike a child who acts in fear?"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla's eyes slid towards the newcomer before she spoke, the pale woman oozing with arcane energy. Easily a match, if not superior mage to the very one whom stood, cowering before her.
The woman's voice reached her though, she was right. Meyla could not bring herself to harm a child. But what child had such power? ''Assassins can take many forms, miss..?'' her voice was not without sympathy. Though her life was that of a warrior, her heritage was one of peace.

 

[Wolfe]

The corner of the sorceress' mouth arched upward to form a smirk, and she responded quaintly. "You raise a valid point, however, do you not see the difference between himself, myself, yourself and this horde that ignores our presence? Do you not sense that we stand out? The child may very well be out to kill us, but for now, he is one of us."

She took a breath and looked around to see if she could spot anyone else 'like them'. She then met Meyla's gaze and said, "Amnora."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Meyla" she smiled, sheathing her sword and proffering a hand.

 

[Wolfe]

Amnora outstretched her own hand until it met Meyla's and shook. "Now, child, there is nothing to be afraid of."

 

[Fussiler1]

Llyw stood behind Amnora and silently observed the two of them as they shook hands. She seemed.. well, interesting, he thought as he glared at her face. Though, she seemed to be fucking paranoid, even though the kid was nuts. Meh, he shrugged. Dark times, dark measures, he figured. Though, he wondered what for addition she would make.. and what would happen to her. He figures only time could tell, so he shrugged once more and watched.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: and so we are separated once again.

IC: Mex sighed "can't we all just stick together." he looked around to see if he could find any sign of the child, after a while he found it. he approached them while saying "Perhaps we should keep moving towards the elven district, or leave this place." it is only as he stood next to the boy that he noticed the two newcomers. "ah... new faces, nice to meet you both."

 

[Hugget Sukker]

OOC: Since I have been a bit inactive, and no one has mentioned Aviley in their posts, I hope it's ok that I pretend she has moved out of their plain sight in the meantime.

IC: A young human dressed like a nimble-fingered male slum dweller came out of the masses.
When she discovered the fight, she had simply moved to a doorway and observed the scene from there.
Now she walked to the newcomers and said: "Hi there. I'm Avi. Welcome to town of life."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Wow, talk about "having an effect" - I just tried to log into the hive with username: 'Meyla' LMAO!

IC:
Meyla gripped Amnora's gloved hand tightly with a strength that belied her size.
She met the northerner's gaze with a sharp one but nodded respectfully.
As she loosened her grip, a small gust of wind blew across the street, causing Amnora's cloak to billow out to the side, Meyla froze seeing the symbol etched into the fabric for the first time. TheViolet Eye. She knew immediately, this was not the first time she had come across the symbol, it was frustratingly familiar. Meyla squinted to little avail. The wind was quick to die down, removing the sudden revelation as quickly as it had appeared. Where she'd seen it before she couldn't recall. Hoping Amnora had missed her little display, Meyla excused herself with a gentle smile and went about greeting the rest of the crowd.

OOC: It'd be both boring and boggy(slow), if we stopped, posted and waited for replies for every introduction

 

[Hugget Sukker]

After new acquaintances had greeted each other, Avi walked in front of the crowd and gazed at the Elven District. Turning her back on the others, with a hoarse voice she said:
"C'mon, let's investigate allready."

Then, while she patiently waited for them all to wrap up or carry with them their little conversations, she cleared her throat. Allready worried sick with all the disorganization so far, she turned to face them all, and added with a renewed voice:
"The more disorganized we are, the weaker a group we are versus assassins. It's time to be serious."

They could now see her doubtlessly serious face. She was used to working alone or with one to a few partners, and she feared that if someone didn't take control, a group this large could end with catastrophe.

If none other, she'd take the lead for now.

 

[Wolfe]

Amnora followed Meyla's gaze with bestial focus. There was a slight flicker of something unidentified in her eyes. Was it fear?

No... she is a warrior.

Or was it recognition? Amnora finally agreed with herself. What had Meyla recognized? Then, it struck her.

... valkyrie.

The sorceress sat upon a dusty rug surrounded by piles of books that would quickly overwhelm a child. Hovering gently around her were luminescent white orbs that poured light into her 'circle'. She suddenly heard a noise, and turned to the flustered face of her eldest sibling, Itheriel.

"Did you anger father again?" She inquired, waving her hand around as a serpent pictured in the tomb before her came to life in the form of an ethereal sliver.

"He angered me, sister. He is the very essence of the word bastard." He replied.

His grey eyes flared with a tempest of fury. Amnora, only seven at the time, did not understand where he obtained such eyes. Her other brother, Rulaan, said that their grandfather was grey-eyed. She had always wondered if he infuriated her father as her father infuriated Itheriel.

Her brother continued, "he refuses to let me join him on his campaign into the south!"

"The south? What is so special about it?"

"It is rife with valkyries."

"You have completely lost me, brother."

"Our mother was a valkyrie before... well... she became a concubine."

Her mother. It was a topic she did not like to talk about. Better yet, one she did not know about. She grunted quietly, and addressed the group. "She is right. We must leave."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen lay there, unconsious.\

OOC: ashen really does suck, hes whiney, falls unconsious alot, and is very weak... if it wasnt for his magic he would be a FUUUUUUUUUUUU char.

 

[Hugget Sukker]

Avi had just finished her sentence, and Amnora given her agreement, when it struck Avi that neither children nor unconscious people are likely to follow your instructions; that referring to Ashen.

"Oh, yes, the boy." That said it all.
"Can someone manage to carry Ashen while he takes a nap? Or will someone rather try to wake him up?"
"It's no time to rest. No more bedtime stories for Ashen."
Avi had a weird sense of situation for telling jokes amidst her new self-proclaimed leader role, and various shocks lately. All along she would put on this mask, but could never help fooling around now and then.

She walked slowly towards the Elven District afterwards.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"I'll take him" Meyla stated. It wasn't a suggestion.
She strode purposefully towards the child, kneeling to take him in both arms.
Her face showed no sign of compassion, or anger.
She nodded, indicating her strength was sufficient and without warning, kicked off from the ground to hover not twenty feet above the group, ready to follow their lead.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope's face got less and less happy as more humans came along. If she could tolerate a small group, such a big group was not for her. As much as she knew she needed to join, she couldnt, because of the reaction people will have. And the voice told her to stick with the group.
Suddenly her eyebrows rose and she touched her flute. What if she sang to them? They could fall apart, or she could lure those who seemed fitting to her...

 

[Phoonix]

"disorganized? so what? i doubt it's going to do anything against the kind of opponents we will face. these wolves, i dare say they were some of the weakest creatures around and even they are powerful. organized or not, we should keep moving thats all."

 

[Fussiler1]

Llyw frowned as she flew up, in amazement and surprise. Guess the miracles weren't the world out -- yet. He sighed as he looked at the child in her arms, mumbling something that couldn't be heard by the rest to himself, but obviously not good. Nonetheless, he finally shrugged and looked at Amnora before giving Meyla a last glare.
''Let's go?''

 

[Wolfe]

"Onward," she agreed, keeping to the middle of the group. She was somewhat distant from Meyla, but was content with the position she was in now. The crowds seemed to weave around them, as if they were nothing. She sighed and watched as the Elven District, a reflection of elven majesty, came into view.

 

[Dragonson]

As they approached, most members of the group spotted a man in plate armour and a figure cloaked in brown looking at them from one of the Elven District's many towers.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope saw some of the people in the group raise their heads and as she turned she also noticed the figure on a tower. Suddenly her soulblade began to glow.
She took it out and to her amazement, as she rose it, it left a line in the air, glowing with all colors of the rainbow. Calliope stopped and the line dissolved. Looking at the blade, she rose it up and cut a hole in the air in front of her, glowing with bright everchanging light. Unsure, she stepped inside...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: For future reference: Your soulblade ability requires a roll like everything else Ala.

IC:
Suddenly the figure cloaked in brown raised his hands, and a pillar of green fire struck down in front of Calliope.
She were thrown backwards, and the hole her soublade had cut in the air was gone.
But after this the cloaked figure lowered his hands and simply went on watching the group along with the man in plate.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen turned in Meyla's Arms, curling up.

 

[AIagremm]

OOC: Oh sorry, I thought it could be used without a roll

IC:
Calliope stood up and watched the figure who stood as he did. He was powerful.
She looked at the grey people around her with disgustment. How did she get dragged into this? Why couldnt she have peace. Calliope looked at the grey sky and swore that when she will get out of this, she will create a force, never to be alone again and to change the home she will find as she wishes. The thought of a refuge and home she will create after a life of endless battle with the world was soothing. Calliope looked at the group. Perhaps joining was inevitable and furthermore, needed. Not for survival. For herself.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Ashen made a successfull recovery roll.
He can wake up whenever you like it Twif.

 

[Fussiler1]

Llyw, silently moving through the masses, looked suspiciously at the man that seemed to look at him. Maybe he was getting paranoid.. still, it didn't completely feel right. Bah. He judged before he even knew who he was, he realized. Llyw shrugged and started walking more relax, disappointed in his paranoia..

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla was taken aback as the small child nestled closer to her breast. She couldn't help but smile and take a second to glance down at the young dark elf. He was cute - for his kind - and looked so innocent. Her smile quickly faded, on closer inspection there was something peculiar about this child, he wasn't all that he seemed. He was hiding something. But then. Weren't they all?

 

[OrangeAngel]

Zeyn was in a high tower in the Elven District, he was watching Calliope as the figure blasted her. He saw how she used her Soulblade's power.
"That seemed useless." Zeyn thought.
His soulblades started bickering again.
"Yezan you fool!"
"Coparq the only fool here is you!"
"Shut up you two!" Zeyn commanded.
Having no idea why they were bickering he started watching Calliope again.
"It seems she's in a bit of a mix up. Perhaps we should help her out.
"I dont care... it's not like we have a choice in the matter." The two daggers said in his mind.
He started down the stairs, walking. It seemed as if he was in no rush.

OOC: Oh yeah guys i can finally start Rping!
Edit: WTF NINJAA POSTERS!

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen's eye creaked open slowly, and the creature he thought wanted to kill him... was... holding him... he was warm...

In a slow, controlled breath he muttered... "I'm sorry.." He said sofly to meyla...

 

[Grey Nightmare]

To her pleasant surprise, Meyla found she did not need to force the acknowledging smile. ''That's some magical prowess you've got there'' she praised, ''It's been a - very - long time, since anyone challenged me so''.
Her voice was fast and fluid and held a peculiar but undeniably soothing edge.
''I'm Meyla'' she continued, realising he had been unconscious during her initial flurry of introductions.
She shifted uncomfortably as a dull ache began to make it's presence known within either arm and between her tiny shoulderblades. She like all her people weren't built for stamina and carrying Ashen in flight while wounded and fatigued from the earlier confrontration was quickly taking it's toll.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen realizzed the strain on this very nice lady, and he quickly proceeded to ask to be set down.

 

[Wolfe]

Amnora, with her cowl over her head, caught a flicker of movement as the sorcerer denied the woman her power. She glared at him for a split second and looked forward, nudging Llyw. "They're not like the rest of them," she paused, comparing the swirling masses around her to the two in the tower, "they must know something about why we are here."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Possibly, but what makes you think so?'' he asked her curiously. Although he found the pair strange, it was nothing that really made them special in his eyes. Maybe Amnora could enlighten him.. he once more looked at them and observed the two, furrowing his brow. Hmmm. How high was the chance..?