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Re: The Fates
By: frostykate Date: July 31, 2018, 5:53 pm
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Kiran stays mostly silent, watching all this unfold, but one of
his hands lands on Hexor's chest, as if of its own volition.
Well. This is new...
"Long time no see, future sister," he says in a low voice, half
to himself. He looks shocked, and a little shaken, that she is
outside the blade.
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Re: The Fates
By: Rojosama Date: August 1, 2018, 8:26 am
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Hexor's eyes narrow upon seeing the manifestation of his sister.
He looks between Kiran and Vexor a few times before stepping
forward, putting himself between Vexor and Kiran.
"Greetings sister," he says offering her a deep bow, eyes never
leaving her.
He glances at Kiran and sends - Be ready, I know not what she
plans, but the amount of power required to manifest physically .
. . - across the telepathic bond.
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Re: The Fates
By: Dathous Date: August 2, 2018, 6:50 am
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Tamlan remains motionless on the ground. His head still down and
sweat beginning to appear on his brow. He continues, apparently
unphased by all the new questions.
"This is the gift of defiance. Everything you see before you
took place in a single day. The first day. An
uncharacteristically kind day. And this is only what I have the
strength to show you. There were much worse things that I refuse
to show. This was my existence, day and night, for over 5 years.
Each day building upon the last in an exponential growth of
terror and anguish." The scenes throughout the room begin
speeding up. "A body can only be broken so many times before it
simply gives out." The scenes suddenly stop. Within each one
lies a dead Tamlan, having succumbed to the torture. "But a
mind... That can be broken again and again. The only limit being
a creature’s imagination."
The scenery changes around you completely and you find
yourselves in a small wooden cabin. The air is cold and the room
is dark, but the windows and door are open to the woods allowing
in enough moonlight to see. In a small bed to one side lies
Tamlan in a catatonic state. His hair and beard are overgrown.
His clothes worn and covered in filth. His face is stained with
the tracks of many tears, but there is no emotion in him.
Looming over him is the same torturing beast, though only half
of it is corporeal here. The rest shifting into the shadows. The
creature has the claws of its hands bored into Tamlan's temples
and continues whispering its unknown words.
"I was to be a conduit for a power that wished its influence in
this world, but I refused. This creature, which I have only ever
known as The Tormentor, was sent to procure my cooperation. I
was strong, but how many times can you die before you start to
forget why you're even fighting?”
The scene skips forward and it is now morning. Sunlight fills
the room where Tamlan now cowers on the floor. He is alone, but
holds a look of panic, and scans his surroundings neurotically.
He breathes heavily and spit falls from his mouth as he tries to
speak. “No more. Please, n-no more.” He leans against his bed
and begins gripping it tightly for support. “I… I will obey.” He
remains against his bed quietly sobbing to himself for a few
moments, but soon raises his head and looks around as though he
hears something. Suddenly he throws himself to the ground and a
bright light begins to emanate from him. Green flame begins to
pour from his mouth and eyes as he thrashes wildly on the ground
screaming in pain. The light pulses within him revealing the
silhouette of numerous tendrils beneath his flesh trying to
burst forth. As quickly as it began everything goes still and
Tamlan lies silent on the ground. Many moments pass before he
begins to stir. Slowly he brings himself to his knees and begins
to take stock of himself. He doesn’t look any different, but
there is a cold dispassion in his eyes that betray the emotion
filled figure you saw moments ago. Standing fully, he leans over
a nearby table and takes a deep breath. His head hangs low as he
breathes a sigh of relief. Again, he remains there motionless
for some time, until you notice him gripping the desk so tightly
that the wood begins to splinter and break. In a sudden fit of
rage he turns and hurls the desk across the room. It passes
harmlessly through some of you, crumpling against the wall of
the cabin. He screams in anger as he lifts the small stool
beneath the table to throw as well. It too sails through the
air, but hits the wall bursting into a wave of green flame that
clings to the walls around it. Tamlan’s eyes have gone black and
he stands now with blood running down his arms. Small brambles
begin crawling across his skin from beneath his clothing. They
move with and unnerving sentience. The ground trembles violently
and you find yourselves standing outside of the cabin, in a
small grassy clearing surrounded by forest. Bursting from the
ground come numerous vines the size of large trees, wrapping the
cabin and constricting it like hungry snakes. More burst forth
from inside the cabin, twisting and snapping wood as they latch
on to whatever pieces remain visible. By this time the flames
have enveloped the entire home and loud cracks can be heard as
the cabin is quickly brought down upon itself. The tumultuous
scene slowly quiets and for a while all that can be heard is the
large conflagration burning. But soon one of the charred vines
begins to crumble at the base, and out stumbles a very
disoriented Tamlan. He spins around a few times, looking rather
confused, and seems almost startled when he notices the large
fire burning behind him. He backs away nervously and watches it
from a distance. However, soon a small rodent catches his eye
and he excitedly chases it into the darkness while laughing.
The scene shifts to an open field. Early morning, when the mist
still lingers. Tamlan walks aimlessly. Still disheveled with
long hair and beard. Covered from head to toe in dirt and
wilderness debris. He walks towards a farmhouse in the distance
where people are at work. Shortly before he arrives a young girl
approaches him (Needlessly cute. Pig tails. Hideous homemade
doll. You get it :P). “Hello! Who are you?” Tamlan just stares
blankly at her, nervously shifting back a step. The little girl
steps forward and tries again. “Do you have a name?” Tamlan
looks at her in confusion and then begins looking around, as
though searching for the answer in the scenery. His eyes
eventually catch the Emerald Amulet hanging from his wrist and
he stares at it for some time before attempting to speak.
However the words seems very forced now, as if they cause him
great pain. “G-gem… f-flower.”
The illusion disappears entirely leaving you all back where you
started. Tamlan still sits in front of Tali, his eyes closed and
coated in a healthy sweat. His previous whimsy seems to have
left him and he now simply appears tired.
“Gemflower was not a premeditated creation. He was a last
desperate attempt at defiance. The last bits that remained after
a struggle of wills with my benevolent benefactor. I may have
had to obey, but I didn’t have to become the monster they wanted
me too. And you are wrong Hexor. Gemflower was never the broken
one.”
“No, Gemflower was not happy, Mara. But he loved playing the
role. It made the people around him happy, and that’s the
closest he could get to feeling it himself. For your part
though, he did love making you smile.”
“I never had any plans for the wand once I got it.” Tamlan takes
his free hand and holds up the prismatic orb he found with
Hexor’s blades. “The Weaver asked me to get it.”
“And since I have lost faith in your ability to properly
extrapolate information, Halan, I will state it plainly. To gain
power like mine you must give yourself over to a powerful
otherworldly entity… Or be taken forcibly by one.”
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Re: The Fates
By: Rojosama Date: August 2, 2018, 8:43 am
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Hexor looks on, face a schooled impassive mask. His eye flirt
from Tamlan to Vexor.
"Indeed," he says into the silence. "You are the broken one, yet
I understand that extreme measures come from extreme
circumstances."
He takes a step toward Tamlan, hands resting on the hilts of his
swords.
"Why you? What makes Tamlan alur, so . . .," he pauses looking
for the correct word in common. "Special, that these creatures
would do such a thing, for so long a time? Was it ssinssrigg?
How you say . . greed? Or maybe streeaka, recklessness, that
brought you to their attention, hm?"
He, seemingly becoming agitated, starts pacing a short path.
Three steps left, then back right, slowly.
"Do They hunt you still?" He pauses in his movements to glare at
Halan.
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Re: The Fates
By: Dathous Date: August 2, 2018, 9:00 am
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“Hunt? Why would they? I’m exactly where they want me to be.”
Tamlan straightens from his slumped posture, seeming to regain
some of his manic energy as he turns to smile at Hexor. “You
didn’t pay for your answers yet.”
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Re: The Fates
By: Rojosama Date: August 2, 2018, 9:06 am
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He smiles a wicked smile at Tamlan.
"You never answered my question, so i merely rephrased it again.
I again see the how but not the why."
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Re: The Fates
By: Deetoo Date: August 2, 2018, 9:07 am
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"Thank you for your answer. I see now. I misjudged both you and
Gemflower." Halan's eyes burn with held back tears, the mask he
hides behind gives way to seething rage. "To expand on Hexor's
question, and I don't care to give you a secret for it: if we
can expect whatever this thing is to come for you; how. Can. We.
Stop. It? And free you?"
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Re: The Fates
By: Grymmlock Date: August 2, 2018, 10:48 am
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Vexor stares at the orb for a moment before extending her hand
to hover over it, fingers not quite close enough to touch.
"Intriguing. Like a Sending Stone, but dormant until
activated..." she mutters, more to herself than for the rest of
the group to hear. "And quite dangerous. Hmmm.."
She steps back, resting her weight on her back leg and crossing
her arms, a very familiar stance you've come accustomed to
seeing Hexor use. Until this point she seemed to be pointedly
ignoring the area where Hexor and Kiran stood, but now she tilts
her head that way and drags her eyes over the both of them. A
grimace tugs at the corner of her mouth when she pauses on
Kiran, disgust curling at the edges of her features before she
moves on to Hexor.
"You disappoint me. It won't last, you know," her gaze shifts
again to Kiran, "You won't last." She shifts to face them and is
suddenly standing in front of Hexor, gaze lingering on Kiran's
hand on Hexor's chest before shifting to the man himself. The
amused smile she gives Kiran is the kind one would give a child
who is wrong. "This won't last. Your attempts at permanence are
childish and futile."
Then she turns away and is standing before Tamlan once more. The
image of her dims for a moment, then brightens once again.
"My power to remain here is limited, loathe as I am to admit. I
have but one more question. To what end did this... Weaver
intend to use the wand?"
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Re: The Fates
By: frostykate Date: August 2, 2018, 11:27 am
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Kiran arches an eyebrow at Vexor, looking nonplussed (the US
meaning btw).
"I'm not looking for an eternity or else, you know. I'm more
than okay with having however much time we got, and making the
most of it." He grins. "Jealousy doesn't become you, Vexor."
He lets his gaze slip from her, turning to look at Gemflower
again, nodding along with Halan's and Hexor's questions.
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Re: The Fates
By: Rojosama Date: August 2, 2018, 12:12 pm
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Hexor gives Vexor a curt half bow, taking her words without
offering any reaction.
"Asanque Jabbress," he offers aloud with a smirk.
Let her have her moment, she does so miss the attention - he
sends to Kiran telepathically.
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