The Grand Beasts which have ravaged and troubled the land have been silenced,
and the world that remained began to rebuild. As if to ignore the past,
civilization and religion have formed around the points where the Beasts were
set in stone, the monuments in their place serving to form a makeshift balance
amongst the world and the kingdoms that have risen. Villages flourish, soon
becoming towns and vast cities, and the population experiences a boom into the
light.
And yet all is not well. For from beyond the stars, the nightmare
came...
An unknown existence devoid of life. It fell from the heavens, and consumes all
where it appears, leaving only a dark spherical void where no life exists.
Unable to track the movements of this lifeless apparition, the kingdoms shift
the blame to one another. Each consumed by the fear of invasion and conquest,
the religious guilds rally their respected nations to arms for the sake of
prosperity and national defense.
The time of war has returned. Nations will rise and fall. Lives will be lost in
the name of what they believe to be truth and justice. ....and the nightmare
will continue to spread.
==============================
Locations:
Myvern: A vast empire built around sheer might and raw power. From within the
volcanic bowls of Mount Cyol, a group worships Magmanis, the beast of the land.
Using pyramid like architecture, they are the most vast of the great kingdoms,
its knights and gladiators defending their lands with suits of armor and weapons
of fortified steel.
Graful: Built on the shores of the western archipelago, this great city is the
leader of trade, having mastering sea travel and exploration at an early rate.
Having crafted the aqueducts that help flourish even the nations on the opposite
side of the map, some however note that the grand sailors and harpooners
attribute their success to the blessing of Kelios, the guardian of the
sea.
Erom: Few have ever laid eyes upon this location, but it's existence is spoken
in hushed whispers. A massive mountain towering over a narrow island, its height
piercing the clouds above. At its peak lies a small temple of monks, regarded
for their skill in unarmed combat. Through rigorous training, the seers within
these halls under the guidance of Rath, the serpentine guardian of the skies,
and watch as the events unfurl in the uncivilized world beneath their
feet.
Dyssad: Not all the beasts in the world are evil. Within the eastern forests,
several have gathered together en mass. Under the divine protection of
Lyaviario, spirit of the woods, they have taught themselves to use the
surrounding environments to approach and surround their target without notice.
Their ultimate quest is to create a haven for all races to escape the poison of
the outside world.
Ruins of Aera: A monument devoted to Phobos, he who commands the void known as
Space. From within large, stair-esque pyramids built to withstand the elements,
the reclusive people here had monopolized the race towards the heavens, using
their experiments to create technologies that the world had scarcely known,
until...
Centaria: An ancient capital found deep within the riddled southern deserts. The
smallest of the known kingdoms, yet one who is spoken in sheer awe. It is said
that the Lords of this nation have the power to command the flow of time, a
parting gift from Chrux, the hound of ages. Possessing technology that rivals
even that of Aera, the sages here seek a solitary path, sealing themselves away
from the war that threatens to consume their nation, and ultimately tear it
apart.
Zu: A barren wasteland, noted for a large canyon forming a massive ring around
an ancient ruin. Far beneath the ruins lies a forbidden place, the Crucible of
Chaos, where long ago a tribe of warriors worshiped the ancient deity who
quelled the beasts who plagued the land. Now all that remains is a solitary
monument depicting the meditative monster, and a lone figure in constant vigil.
((preliminary, for the time being. want to add your own, then let me
know...))
=====================================
The timeline is an alternate world, a mix of varying time periods and
technologies. Nations devoted to a particular element or terrain are rising to
war against one another. There will be those devoted to seeing through the lies
towards the truth of the conflict, while others will obsess over the quickest
way to dispose their enemy.
You alone shall choose your alignment to the cause around you, and be prepared
to face those who might be in opposition.
Name: Zinfandel
Age: 22
Species: leannan-sidhe
Nation: Erom
Weapon: wings, sword, staff, whip, and barbwire
Skills: healing, tranportation, foison, transforming into a human, and
glamour
Appearance: red hair, green eyes, blue lips, black backless shirt, black micro
miniskirt, one black go-go boot and one regular boot
Bio: She is from Erom she knows that she is half-leannan-sidhe and half-human
she isn't a normal girl not by a long chance. She is only 22 and her mother is a
leannan-sidhe and her father is human.
Name: God-Struct
Age: Technically only a few years, but enhanced DNA has increaced its knowledge
about the land and its own self-awareness to the point where it could be
considered an accomplished adult
Species: Construct... an unnatural being created by skilled, perhaps a little
mad... scientists of the realm
Nation: Ruins of Aera
Weapon: Claws, Breath, Swarm-summoning, Transformation, and Acid-Feathers
Skills: Regeneration, High Intellect/Intelligence, Replication, No Remorse
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/061/6/d/godstruct_by_GunnerRomantic.jpg
Bio: It was created by genetic enhancements by the leading scientists there...
as reclusive as the people are, they decided to create a being that could be
sent out into the world to "study" other races and bring back
information (in any way possible). God-Struct was also just an experiment in DNA
enhancement/gene splicing with their own unique species...
((I apologize for the time lapse. To be honest, I was waiting to see if more
people would join in. Posting the opening, then we can get started...))
Chapter 1: The Night of the Storm
It began the night of the grand meteor shower. The calm of the night sky
completely shattered by a shower of heavenly light streaking across the nations
of the world. Stars glimmering across the darkness illuminating the land below
with a show of flashes and glows of ethereal origin. Those who witnessed this
dazzling display were struck in awe, eyes transfixed upon the sparks shooting
through the sky. Only less than a handful would realize that this would be the
last moment of peace between the great nations of the world...
By dawn's early light, the great metropolis of Aera was no more. A smoldering
ruins laid waist by a cataclysm yet to be known. The great city that once raised
up towards to the heavens, now only the most primitive structures remain of its
former glory. The remaining nations would then argue and debate over the
potential cause of this disaster, oblivious to the large spherical depressions
forming what seemed to be a trail leading towards the ocean.
In fear of the cataclysm repeating itself, the militaristic nation of Myvern is
the first to raise the flag of the accuser, declaring this as an attack on the
sanctity of the world. Rearing their troops for battle, Myvern prepares for the
potential conflict, ready to do whatever it takes to silence the danger... ...In
spite of the concern from the remaining lands, who seem to see Myvern's
potential eagerness for war and conflict.
Down beneath the depths of the world lies a maze of steel and industry long
since abandoned. Deep crevasses built in a time where the science of industry
and the magic of nature coexisted in peace and tranquility. From within these
mazes of pipes and tubes lies a small shrine, within lies a statue depicting a
gargantuan horned beast surrounded by four swords embedded into the stone
ground. Before the statue, a cloaked individual rests in meditative
thought.
The stranger sits, mimicking the pose of the ancient deity, as thoughts begin to
gather. Within the field of the mind, the blades begin to spin, slowly at first
but quickly gathering speed. Each blade begins to crackle and spill forth the
base elements: Earth, Fire, Water, and Air... the elements scattering across the
prism of the mind as the deity twitches with life, hands still held in
meditative pose. Suddenly, with a quick thrust, the deity throws its palm
forward, commanding the blades to a halt. With one handle in its grasp, it draws
the sword from its place in the mantle.
Dark embers spill from the edge of the blade, dripping forth on the ground as it
points its weapon forward towards the horizon. In the distance, a reptilian
beast stands hunched, the silhouette of its body entombed within rock and
stone.
Back in reality, the figure raises her head towards the statue, her vision at
its end.
?: "...The nation to the west. ...There is where the flames shall
flow..."
In what seems to be a sudden flash, the figure stands up and takes flight from
the Crucible, heading to the outside world miles above.
=====================================
*Erom, Inner chamber of Rath Shrine*
The seers gather together before a reflection pool, allowing them to peer into
the world below.
Seer: "The visions..."
Visionaire: "...The balance is shifting. The beasts are awakening..."
From beneath the waves, it moves... ...silently but surely. The waters do little
to impede its cruise, the mammoth amalgamation sailing like a bullet. All
around, the roars of beasts fill the air, driving its senses to the brink of
mania, a madness that breaks the silence of its mind. Gazing through some sort
of lens-like filter, it gazes towards the blank horizon of the ocean, pursuing
the closest roar to its location.
=========================
*Erom*
The seer turns towards the woman inquiring his attention.
Seer: "Zinfandel, as you can see in the reflection pool the world is on the
verge of turmoil. Myvern has declared a cold war upon the remaining nations. The
beasts of Aera and Centara have gone silent, and those who remain have begun to
stir and wake in their absence. The balance has shifted and if it isn't restored
soon, who knows what could happen..."
Slowly but surely a figure emerges from the devistation. Unsure of itself, it
attempts to reaugment its mollecular structure to its original form. After a few
attempts the mass is satisfied with its readjustments and climbs onto a small
outcropping. The entity is discouraged with what it finds; the city in ruins and
its people decimated. After a few moments of calculating and collecting its
thoughts, the being sets off by following the massive spherical depressions to
the other side of the ruin city.
Seer: "To be honest, that is why we are all here, to find out why and what
exactly brought us to this place. We are a unique sect of watchers who dare not
set foot outside the walls of this sacred shrine. Alas, we have suspected
something different about you, child. We found you outside our shrine one day,
and took you in as one of our own..."
*stops to think*
Seer: "Perhaps you are the one we need. The balance needs to be maintained
out there, and we dare not defy 'its' will. I ask of you, young one, will you
heed our call?"
((Welcome back, Ele. Long time no see. Formalities aside, casting is still open.
Feel free to join whenever))
Seer: "Thank you, young one. You are about to undertake a monumental task.
Be weary, for there are foes all around. Track the devastation and stop it
before it can spread further and fan the flames of war..."
===============================
*Grai Forest, not too far from the hidden city of Dyssad*
With a stir, a young girl awakens under a cove beneath a mammoth tree, gnarled
roots extending in and out of the soil around. Holding the side of her aching
head with one hand, she tries to grasp her surroundings, everything in such a
daze that she staggers as she crawls out from under the tree. Sweat pours from
her skin, dripping down strawberry blond hair as she nervously crawls into the
open, the stench of blood and gunpowder reaching her nose.
While crawling, she stumbles across something gooey and scaly, causing her to
recoil slightly. Before her lies the still body of a large adult being, a fusion
between human and insect. Ooze pours slightly from one arm as it lies motionless
upon the soil. Rising to her feet, she starts to step back, turning to run
before stumbling over another lump in the dirt, this one the riddled body of a
large, wolf-like beast. Nearly screaming, she staggers back again, falling on
her backside in nervousness.
Memories come pouring back into her mind, memories of a short while ago. Running
through the woods... ...the den of wolves... ....the flight from death... ...and
the large object knocking her into the cove.
The slow, gradual movement of the insectoid causes her calm to return,
approaching the injured creature slowly yet curiously. It breaths in soft gasps,
like a fish out of water. As the ooze continues to pour from its open wounds,
the gravity of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks. Her hands funneling
her lips, she utters a shrill whistle into the air, commanding the animals of
the forest to come to her.
Girl: "Do not worry, my curious friend. I shall get you help..."
With a slow hand, the seer guides Zinfandel towards the edge of the reflection
pool. From below, the waters slowly ripple as the seer narrates the images
appearing beneath the waves.
Seer: "...The world is in turmoil. Because of this anomaly that is
spreading across the land, the nations are preparing for war. In particular, the
kingdom of Myvern is the most dead set towards battle, as if blinded by some
unknown means. Your task is to find the cause of this disturbance, and quell it
before war takes over all of the land..."
He pauses for a moment, reaching for his forehead in slight pain as a new set of
images enters his mind. Images of several figures pointed at random points on
the map.
Seer: "...But do no fret yet, young one. A new vision has entered my sight.
Visions of others on the same quest. Should you choose, you may seek out these
individuals and attempt to enlist their aid. Know that you will not be
alone."
All right then Seer I will seek out these individuals ask them for their aid,
but just to let you know I have postcognition I can see into the past with my
own hands hence the gloves.
Seer: "Use whatever skills you deem necessary for this task. May the Great
Lord Rath shield you and protect you."
A blur... ...a dark blur fills the mind.
From within the creature's mind, it sees its brethren, all working harmoniously
towards their cause. Creatures of an insectoid appearance each working on
various terminals of a technologically advanced environment. The area around is
utter silence as the creature watches its comrades in their duties.
...a transitive blur changes the view from a large chamber to a narrow corridor,
lights blaring in red sirens as its brethren engaged in furious combat. It
watches as they fight in panic, opening fire towards a black mass on the
distance. Vision beginning to blur, the creature watches as one is swallowed by
the mass, a single elongated pincer extending outward in desperation before
being consumed by the form.
==============================
*Dyssad*
In a state of shock, the insectoid awakens. A wave of pain rushing through its
senses as it attempts to sit up, forcing the cobalt creature back against the
wall. Its vision blurring, it can barely make out the makeshift bandages around
the scales of its carapace. Sitting up with a soft sweat oozing from its hide,
it gazes around to take in its surroundings, seeing only a young girl sitting by
his side.
The girl opens her mouth to speak, talking in a language alien to the creature.
Unable to understand, it studies her with bright, yellow eyes, watching her
movements carefully. A sudden point in a particular direction sends its gaze
towards a large column of black smoke rising into the sky.
In a state of panic, it leaps from the bed, leaving the girl behind as it races
in the direction of the rising plume.
Why the great Phobos , Lord of the Void would allow such a calamity to befall
his children... the creature could not fathom. Having finished its scans and
storage of the data from the devastation, GodStruct heads towards the ocean...
hoping it can descover more answers than questions as it makes its journey.
The time of war is over.
The Grand Beasts which have ravaged and troubled the land have been silenced, and the world that remained began to rebuild. As if to ignore the past, civilization and religion have formed around the points where the Beasts were set in stone, the monuments in their place serving to form a makeshift balance amongst the world and the kingdoms that have risen. Villages flourish, soon becoming towns and vast cities, and the population experiences a boom into the light.
And yet all is not well. For from beyond the stars, the nightmare came...
An unknown existence devoid of life. It fell from the heavens, and consumes all where it appears, leaving only a dark spherical void where no life exists. Unable to track the movements of this lifeless apparition, the kingdoms shift the blame to one another. Each consumed by the fear of invasion and conquest, the religious guilds rally their respected nations to arms for the sake of prosperity and national defense.
The time of war has returned. Nations will rise and fall. Lives will be lost in the name of what they believe to be truth and justice. ....and the nightmare will continue to spread.
==============================
Locations:
Myvern: A vast empire built around sheer might and raw power. From within the volcanic bowls of Mount Cyol, a group worships Magmanis, the beast of the land. Using pyramid like architecture, they are the most vast of the great kingdoms, its knights and gladiators defending their lands with suits of armor and weapons of fortified steel.
Graful: Built on the shores of the western archipelago, this great city is the leader of trade, having mastering sea travel and exploration at an early rate. Having crafted the aqueducts that help flourish even the nations on the opposite side of the map, some however note that the grand sailors and harpooners attribute their success to the blessing of Kelios, the guardian of the sea.
Erom: Few have ever laid eyes upon this location, but it's existence is spoken in hushed whispers. A massive mountain towering over a narrow island, its height piercing the clouds above. At its peak lies a small temple of monks, regarded for their skill in unarmed combat. Through rigorous training, the seers within these halls under the guidance of Rath, the serpentine guardian of the skies, and watch as the events unfurl in the uncivilized world beneath their feet.
Dyssad: Not all the beasts in the world are evil. Within the eastern forests, several have gathered together en mass. Under the divine protection of Lyaviario, spirit of the woods, they have taught themselves to use the surrounding environments to approach and surround their target without notice. Their ultimate quest is to create a haven for all races to escape the poison of the outside world.
Ruins of Aera: A monument devoted to Phobos, he who commands the void known as Space. From within large, stair-esque pyramids built to withstand the elements, the reclusive people here had monopolized the race towards the heavens, using their experiments to create technologies that the world had scarcely known, until...
Centaria: An ancient capital found deep within the riddled southern deserts. The smallest of the known kingdoms, yet one who is spoken in sheer awe. It is said that the Lords of this nation have the power to command the flow of time, a parting gift from Chrux, the hound of ages. Possessing technology that rivals even that of Aera, the sages here seek a solitary path, sealing themselves away from the war that threatens to consume their nation, and ultimately tear it apart.
Zu: A barren wasteland, noted for a large canyon forming a massive ring around an ancient ruin. Far beneath the ruins lies a forbidden place, the Crucible of Chaos, where long ago a tribe of warriors worshiped the ancient deity who quelled the beasts who plagued the land. Now all that remains is a solitary monument depicting the meditative monster, and a lone figure in constant vigil.
((preliminary, for the time being. want to add your own, then let me know...))
=====================================
The timeline is an alternate world, a mix of varying time periods and technologies. Nations devoted to a particular element or terrain are rising to war against one another. There will be those devoted to seeing through the lies towards the truth of the conflict, while others will obsess over the quickest way to dispose their enemy.
You alone shall choose your alignment to the cause around you, and be prepared to face those who might be in opposition.
Name:
Age:
Species:
Nation:
Weapon: (if any)
Skills: (if any, max 5)
Appearance:
Bio:
Name: Zinfandel
Age: 22
Species: leannan-sidhe
Nation: Erom
Weapon: wings, sword, staff, whip, and barbwire
Skills: healing, tranportation, foison, transforming into a human, and glamour
Appearance: red hair, green eyes, blue lips, black backless shirt, black micro miniskirt, one black go-go boot and one regular boot
Bio: She is from Erom she knows that she is half-leannan-sidhe and half-human she isn't a normal girl not by a long chance. She is only 22 and her mother is a leannan-sidhe and her father is human.
((I'll join but the profile could wait a little...))
So when is this gonna start?
Name: God-Struct
Age: Technically only a few years, but enhanced DNA has increaced its knowledge about the land and its own self-awareness to the point where it could be considered an accomplished adult
Species: Construct... an unnatural being created by skilled, perhaps a little mad... scientists of the realm
Nation: Ruins of Aera
Weapon: Claws, Breath, Swarm-summoning, Transformation, and Acid-Feathers
Skills: Regeneration, High Intellect/Intelligence, Replication, No Remorse
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/061/6/d/godstruct_by_GunnerRomantic.jpg
Bio: It was created by genetic enhancements by the leading scientists there... as reclusive as the people are, they decided to create a being that could be sent out into the world to "study" other races and bring back information (in any way possible). God-Struct was also just an experiment in DNA enhancement/gene splicing with their own unique species...
((Sounds like fun, hope we start soon.
))
((I apologize for the time lapse. To be honest, I was waiting to see if more people would join in. Posting the opening, then we can get started...))
Chapter 1: The Night of the Storm
It began the night of the grand meteor shower. The calm of the night sky completely shattered by a shower of heavenly light streaking across the nations of the world. Stars glimmering across the darkness illuminating the land below with a show of flashes and glows of ethereal origin. Those who witnessed this dazzling display were struck in awe, eyes transfixed upon the sparks shooting through the sky. Only less than a handful would realize that this would be the last moment of peace between the great nations of the world...
By dawn's early light, the great metropolis of Aera was no more. A smoldering ruins laid waist by a cataclysm yet to be known. The great city that once raised up towards to the heavens, now only the most primitive structures remain of its former glory. The remaining nations would then argue and debate over the potential cause of this disaster, oblivious to the large spherical depressions forming what seemed to be a trail leading towards the ocean.
In fear of the cataclysm repeating itself, the militaristic nation of Myvern is the first to raise the flag of the accuser, declaring this as an attack on the sanctity of the world. Rearing their troops for battle, Myvern prepares for the potential conflict, ready to do whatever it takes to silence the danger... ...In spite of the concern from the remaining lands, who seem to see Myvern's potential eagerness for war and conflict.
Zinfandel: Where is everyone are they all lazy once again?
*Crucible of Chaos*
Down beneath the depths of the world lies a maze of steel and industry long since abandoned. Deep crevasses built in a time where the science of industry and the magic of nature coexisted in peace and tranquility. From within these mazes of pipes and tubes lies a small shrine, within lies a statue depicting a gargantuan horned beast surrounded by four swords embedded into the stone ground. Before the statue, a cloaked individual rests in meditative thought.
The stranger sits, mimicking the pose of the ancient deity, as thoughts begin to gather. Within the field of the mind, the blades begin to spin, slowly at first but quickly gathering speed. Each blade begins to crackle and spill forth the base elements: Earth, Fire, Water, and Air... the elements scattering across the prism of the mind as the deity twitches with life, hands still held in meditative pose. Suddenly, with a quick thrust, the deity throws its palm forward, commanding the blades to a halt. With one handle in its grasp, it draws the sword from its place in the mantle.
Dark embers spill from the edge of the blade, dripping forth on the ground as it points its weapon forward towards the horizon. In the distance, a reptilian beast stands hunched, the silhouette of its body entombed within rock and stone.
Back in reality, the figure raises her head towards the statue, her vision at its end.
?: "...The nation to the west. ...There is where the flames shall flow..."
In what seems to be a sudden flash, the figure stands up and takes flight from the Crucible, heading to the outside world miles above.
=====================================
*Erom, Inner chamber of Rath Shrine*
The seers gather together before a reflection pool, allowing them to peer into the world below.
Seer: "The visions..."
Visionaire: "...The balance is shifting. The beasts are awakening..."
Zinfandel: What about me Seer?
From beneath the waves, it moves... ...silently but surely. The waters do little to impede its cruise, the mammoth amalgamation sailing like a bullet. All around, the roars of beasts fill the air, driving its senses to the brink of mania, a madness that breaks the silence of its mind. Gazing through some sort of lens-like filter, it gazes towards the blank horizon of the ocean, pursuing the closest roar to its location.
=========================
*Erom*
The seer turns towards the woman inquiring his attention.
Seer: "Zinfandel, as you can see in the reflection pool the world is on the verge of turmoil. Myvern has declared a cold war upon the remaining nations. The beasts of Aera and Centara have gone silent, and those who remain have begun to stir and wake in their absence. The balance has shifted and if it isn't restored soon, who knows what could happen..."
Zinfandel: I see but did you see me living here with all of you guys, Seer? Can you tell me why I'm here?
Ruins of Aera
------
Slowly but surely a figure emerges from the devistation. Unsure of itself, it attempts to reaugment its mollecular structure to its original form. After a few attempts the mass is satisfied with its readjustments and climbs onto a small outcropping. The entity is discouraged with what it finds; the city in ruins and its people decimated. After a few moments of calculating and collecting its thoughts, the being sets off by following the massive spherical depressions to the other side of the ruin city.
Zinfandel: Well Seer do you have the answer?
Seer: "To be honest, that is why we are all here, to find out why and what exactly brought us to this place. We are a unique sect of watchers who dare not set foot outside the walls of this sacred shrine. Alas, we have suspected something different about you, child. We found you outside our shrine one day, and took you in as one of our own..."
*stops to think*
Seer: "Perhaps you are the one we need. The balance needs to be maintained out there, and we dare not defy 'its' will. I ask of you, young one, will you heed our call?"
Zinfandel: I accept to heed your call.
((Hey Gear! I'm back, and I was wondering if I could join your RP? Is it to late to join?))
Zinfandel: Did you hear me Seer?
((Welcome back, Ele. Long time no see. Formalities aside, casting is still open. Feel free to join whenever))
Seer: "Thank you, young one. You are about to undertake a monumental task. Be weary, for there are foes all around. Track the devastation and stop it before it can spread further and fan the flames of war..."
===============================
*Grai Forest, not too far from the hidden city of Dyssad*
With a stir, a young girl awakens under a cove beneath a mammoth tree, gnarled roots extending in and out of the soil around. Holding the side of her aching head with one hand, she tries to grasp her surroundings, everything in such a daze that she staggers as she crawls out from under the tree. Sweat pours from her skin, dripping down strawberry blond hair as she nervously crawls into the open, the stench of blood and gunpowder reaching her nose.
While crawling, she stumbles across something gooey and scaly, causing her to recoil slightly. Before her lies the still body of a large adult being, a fusion between human and insect. Ooze pours slightly from one arm as it lies motionless upon the soil. Rising to her feet, she starts to step back, turning to run before stumbling over another lump in the dirt, this one the riddled body of a large, wolf-like beast. Nearly screaming, she staggers back again, falling on her backside in nervousness.
Memories come pouring back into her mind, memories of a short while ago. Running through the woods... ...the den of wolves... ....the flight from death... ...and the large object knocking her into the cove.
The slow, gradual movement of the insectoid causes her calm to return, approaching the injured creature slowly yet curiously. It breaths in soft gasps, like a fish out of water. As the ooze continues to pour from its open wounds, the gravity of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks. Her hands funneling her lips, she utters a shrill whistle into the air, commanding the animals of the forest to come to her.
Girl: "Do not worry, my curious friend. I shall get you help..."
Zinfandel: What you mean Seer?
*Erom*
Seer: "Come hither, young one..."
With a slow hand, the seer guides Zinfandel towards the edge of the reflection pool. From below, the waters slowly ripple as the seer narrates the images appearing beneath the waves.
Seer: "...The world is in turmoil. Because of this anomaly that is spreading across the land, the nations are preparing for war. In particular, the kingdom of Myvern is the most dead set towards battle, as if blinded by some unknown means. Your task is to find the cause of this disturbance, and quell it before war takes over all of the land..."
He pauses for a moment, reaching for his forehead in slight pain as a new set of images enters his mind. Images of several figures pointed at random points on the map.
Seer: "...But do no fret yet, young one. A new vision has entered my sight. Visions of others on the same quest. Should you choose, you may seek out these individuals and attempt to enlist their aid. Know that you will not be alone."
All right then Seer I will seek out these individuals ask them for their aid, but just to let you know I have postcognition I can see into the past with my own hands hence the gloves.
*Erom*
Seer: "Use whatever skills you deem necessary for this task. May the Great Lord Rath shield you and protect you."
A blur... ...a dark blur fills the mind.
From within the creature's mind, it sees its brethren, all working harmoniously towards their cause. Creatures of an insectoid appearance each working on various terminals of a technologically advanced environment. The area around is utter silence as the creature watches its comrades in their duties.
...a transitive blur changes the view from a large chamber to a narrow corridor, lights blaring in red sirens as its brethren engaged in furious combat. It watches as they fight in panic, opening fire towards a black mass on the distance. Vision beginning to blur, the creature watches as one is swallowed by the mass, a single elongated pincer extending outward in desperation before being consumed by the form.
==============================
*Dyssad*
In a state of shock, the insectoid awakens. A wave of pain rushing through its senses as it attempts to sit up, forcing the cobalt creature back against the wall. Its vision blurring, it can barely make out the makeshift bandages around the scales of its carapace. Sitting up with a soft sweat oozing from its hide, it gazes around to take in its surroundings, seeing only a young girl sitting by his side.
The girl opens her mouth to speak, talking in a language alien to the creature. Unable to understand, it studies her with bright, yellow eyes, watching her movements carefully. A sudden point in a particular direction sends its gaze towards a large column of black smoke rising into the sky.
In a state of panic, it leaps from the bed, leaving the girl behind as it races in the direction of the rising plume.
Ruins of Aera
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Why the great Phobos , Lord of the Void would allow such a calamity to befall his children... the creature could not fathom. Having finished its scans and storage of the data from the devastation, GodStruct heads towards the ocean... hoping it can descover more answers than questions as it makes its journey.
Zinfandel: I need to gather the individuals so I won't be alone.
Zinfandel set off to start her journey unaware that things are hunting her as well.