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| A Grimoire Grave [P]; Rin | |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:43 pm Post #1 |
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Having yet to get a chance to replace his shovel, he was forced to dig with the remaining shovelhead of his previous one. Not that the work was too arduous and tedious for him, he had been reduced to do such a thing with his bare hands a few times. It was quite work, only the sound of the dirt and shovel mingling with each other was one’s company in such an occupation. Why the mage that hired him to do this wanted the contents of this soul’s resting place Lorcan had no idea, but apparently he wanted it. Badly. A bit suspicious, and the guy hadn’t seemed all there in the head, as if he was consumed by something. He had held some parchment in his hand, a document that even from across the room Lorcan could the powerful arcane magic emanating off of it. Such items he had distrust for, especially one in particular was responsible for his eternal torment in a living body, and it sat dangling on his left wrist. Every now and again the single chain link on it would bump against its shackle, and the resulting metallic ring brought ever more irritation to him and his old bones. The gray-bearded mage had claim to the documents, or so he said. If that was the case, then this wasn’t illegal, not that he cared too much. His appearance made other think he belonged in such a place, digging graves and digging up corpses. It still made him uneasy, and had a practice of asking for forgiveness to the spirit who once resided in the body he tampered with. A dull thunk resounded form the grave as he hit the coffin with his shovel. Lorcan moved to brush the remaining dirt off, then opened the casket to find a skeleton dressed in what appeared to be a leather jacket, though only bits and pieces of it remained. Looking at it, he had seen enough skeletons to know when one had belonged to a male or a female. This one was male. He began patting the dead man down, looking for the documents the mage had requested. He could feel it there, this page seemingly darker than the one possessed by the mage, and Lorcan proceeded rummaging with the taste of bile in his mouth from his unease. Finally, he found it. It had been on the inside of the man’s jacket, but had long since fallen in between the man’s ribs. When he moved him to grab the document, the bones merely disintegrated into dust. With a frown he withdrew it and climbed out of the hole of the grave. He could feel pain shooting through his hand just from holding it, though his long years had dulled his reaction to something so petty to him. But he could this item had been forged in dark magic, magic dealing with death. He frowned at it, and putting it in his pocket, began to re-bury the man he had dug up. |
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| Rin | Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:48 pm Post #2 |
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The girl did not have fond memories of this dilapidated city. The last time she had traveled here it had been to confront a group of cultists, and that had turned out rather poorly for her. She could see the outline of the massive cathedral in the distance, but thankfully she did not need to travel in the direction of those bad memories. Rinrae Dromigg did not look like she belonged in such an environment; in fact, she did not appear to be capable of traveling on her own across Imythess. She looked to be no older than seventeen, with golden blond hair and a slim figure. Her face was undeniably beautiful, with perfectly proportioned and sculpted features, and her eyes were such a bright shade of blue they put the sky and seas to shame. She wore a thin cotton sundress with an intricate pattern around the hems, with a bulging satchel looped across her back. The girl was not wearing any shoes whatsoever, although her forearms and shins were both wrapped in silvery ribbons that seemed to possess a metallic sheen. The girl continued to walk down thew abandoned street. Grass was sticking up between the crooked cobbles, tickling the underside of each foot. Despite her innocent appearance Rin was an artificial construct. She had been made by a sentient tome named the Grand Grimoire for the express purpose of recovering its lost pages. Each of the scattered remnants of the Grimoire possessed a portion of its powers to bend reality. One did not even need to be a mage in order to utilize its power; any mortal with a strong enough will could twist and bend the world around them if they held a page of the Grimoire. Rin was the only creature in all of Imythess that was truly immune to the powers of the tome, a trait that made her especially suited to hunting them down. Furthermore, she was stronger and faster than she appeared, with an augmented healing factor and the combat expertise of legendary combatants downloaded directly into her muscle memory. The girl paused at a broken gate, frowning and focusing on the sensation of the Grimoire's presence. It seemed to be coming from the other side of the gate. She crouched down and wriggled underneath the rusting iron door, just barely fitting underneath. She straightened on the other side, dusting off her dress and looking around at her surroundings. The area was clearly a graveyard that was as old as the ruined city itself. The epitaphs on the tombstones were so faded she could barely decipher their meaning. Rin ran her thin fingers over one of the stones, wondering about the story of the being who was buried underneath her feet. After a moment of contemplation she turned back towards the cemetery, resolutely walking through the maze of graves. She could sense that she was getting closer to the page with every step. A feeling of anticipation began to build in her stomach, a combination of exhilaration and nervousness. The pages of the Grand Grimoire were rarely simply lying around; most of the time she was forced to defeat the individual who currently possessed the shimmering parchment. As she drew closer to the source of the Grimoire's power she began to hear an odd noise. It sounded like someone was... digging? Rin's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Someone must have beat her here, somehow. The construct knew of at least two other individuals who were hunting the pages throughout Imythess, and she refused to lose any more fragments to their greed. She began to run through the graveyard, inexorably heading towards where she sense the page's presence. |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:39 pm Post #3 |
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Lorcan sat on the tombstone of the man he had just dug up, whose last name could just barely be made out to read “Jacobs”. He had unrolled the document, and began reading its contents. Dark magic was written upon its surface; dark enough it made his skin feel like it was crawling. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past this thing that it was making his skin do just that. But he decided not to look. As he read on, it seemed that the magic contained in the ink spoke more specifically of Necromancy and death related spells. Rituals for becoming various forms of the undead, such as a Lich, and spells to command the undead and even raise an army of them. He began to think that returning this to the mage would be a very bad idea, one that would not possibly affect just him, the entire world. The mage had too much of a power crazed look in his eyes for Lorcan in good conscious to hand this over. Or pretty much anyone for that matter, unless they proved themselves more capable. But Lorcan knew it would take more than just he to prevent this from falling into the wrong hands. Perhaps he could use the page itself to protect it? As much as hated to meddle with this kind of thing, especially since he was cursed the way he was because of his foolhardiness, he wasn’t exactly accepting of the idea. But it seemed it couldn’t be helped. With a sigh, Lorcan scanned the page once more to find the part about undead minions. He had picked up a little about spellcasting, but was by no means a mage right now. Finding what he was looking for, he was about to cast it on the Jacobs man, but thought better of it. He had no way of knowing how sentient the undead that rose would be, and if it remembered its past life, Mr. Jacobs may want this vile document back. That might not be too good of an outcome, so instead, Lorcan turned to the grave across from Jacobs. Looking at it, all he could get off of it was –n-re- Le---n-s. “Arise, arise my servant, my servant. Know my wishes, do my bidding. Life be granted to your corpse and walk once more. Arise, arise my servant who walks in the shadow of death and breathes decay.” he chanted, almost vomiting as he felt the evil pouring off the page and filling the grave before. Suddenly, a skeletal hand shot up from the earth accompanied by the sound of splintering wood. After a few moments the skeleton had unearthed itself, and stood before Lorcan, looking around as if it had no idea how it had got here. It reached up with its left hand and scratched its head, and looked at its hand at the odd noise bone on bone had made. Upon seeing its hand, it checked itself over, and followed this action by freaking out. It several minutes before Lorcan calm it down, explain the situation, ask for his help, and provided an introduction, and asked for one in return as well. “My name… my name is Andrew Lemmings. And yes, I’ll help you. As I vowed to be a Paladin before I died, I will uphold my promise.” With that, Andrew grabbed one of his ribs on his right side in his respective hand, intending to wield it like a curved dagger. “Well, for once Andrew, it seems my luck is looking up,” Lorcan chuckled as he could hear someone running toward him in the dark fog of the graveyard. Just as they came into eyesight Lorcan had managed to put the document on the inside of his trench coat. He struck a match and lit his lantern, lifting it up to get a better view of the incoming company, hoping that Andrew could fight just as well as he used to. |
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| Rin | Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:31 pm Post #4 |
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Rin's worst suspicions came true when she felt a surge of power from the page, its magic spreading out from its location like the shockwaves of an earthquake. She fumbled in mid-stride, almost falling to the ground from the aftereffects of the Grimoire's usage. A wave of nausea roiled in her stomach, threatening to gag her. The girl swallowed the bile and reached into the satchel on her back, her eyes narrowing dangerously. With the sound of steel scraping on leather she withdrew the weapon hidden within, a perfectly balanced longsword. The blade was well-worn and nicked in several places, but its razor-sharp edges were unmarred and seemed to be in good repair. Without another moment of hesitation the girl continued to charge towards where she had sensed the page last, her face a grim mask. Rin did not relish the thought of murdering the mortal who had discovered this page, but she would not hesitate if such an action was necessary. The pages were too powerful to leave unattended. When she skid around the corner a lantern flaring into luminescence, revealing the scene before her. There was a gaping hole in the ground where some manner of ghoul had pulled itself from the earth, brandishing one of its own bones as if it were a weapon. Behind the ghastly apparition was a wizened and wrinkled man, although he was more heavily muscled than most elderly people. He held a shovel in one hand and the lantern in the other. Rin did not advance immediately, her eyes flickering between the two opponents. One of them held the page, but she had no way of knowing which it was. All of her instincts suggesting that the older man had found the fragment of the Grimoire and used it in order to raise this specter, but the artifact's power was too overpowering in such close proximity to pinpoint its location. "You have something that belongs to me." Rin's voice was cold and harsh, almost emotionless. She held the longsword at her side in one hand, but the girl could raise it and attack in the blink of an eye if violence proved necessary. "It is a magical artifact of unfathomable power... And it is incredibly dangerous. It must not be abused. Reality itself would suffer." She eyed the zombie-like creature, suspecting that if she was forced to do battle it would be her opponent. Although his weapon was clearly inadequate against steel, but the way that the undead carried itself suggested it had some training in the ways of combat. Rin tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, holding it in front of her body, although she left the tip resting against the cemetery grass. "It belongs to me." She did not expect her verbal request to work and tensed, preparing for the first blow to be struck. |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Tue Sep 13, 2011 1:45 am Post #5 |
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It didn’t take long before someone had decided to come after the document. Its power simply radiated off of it, and it was almost impossible to miss. The near overwhelming evil it produced was ridiculous, and no mere mortal could be trusted with it. There had to be something about them that could deter most opponents and take down the ones foolish enough to fight them anyways. They had to be able to stand against the tide of evil and their own temptations. What met his eyes was rather surprising, though his surprise didn’t show itself in any way, shape or form. He held her gaze, weighing her words in his mind. He paid attention to her body language as well, her stance being in a non-combative state at the moment. The sword she brandished quietly hung next to her in her hand. She was small, and young. Petite would be an accurate word for describing how she looked. Lorcan continued thinking of how she had presented herself. The tone she had used was non-threatening, but firm; harsh yes, but more so from the determination her words had held. A wiggle from the document broke his thought, and the wiggle was a curious thing. It had had done no such thing beforehand, and now it was that this apparent child had neared it? He could tell that she wasn’t all that she appeared from the confidence with which she held her blade, now it seemed there was something else. Perhaps, this dark item was truly hers. Perhaps she would be the one to keep it out of hands that would misuse it. Or maybe she was feeding him crap and she would use it to achieve her own dark desires with it. Somehow, he would have to find out one way or another. Lorcan watched as she shifted the position of her sword to rest in front of her, though still it was not entirely threatening other than for it being a weapon. Again she repeated that the item in question belonged to her. She seemed dead set on acquiring it. He hurriedly sent up a silent prayer that she was not here to use it for evil and that if she did take it, that she would be able to keep out of the hands of those who definitely had no business possessing it. After what seemed like ages, Lorcan finally sighed. Looking directly at her, he spoke, saying “Before we discuss what it is that you are after, perhaps some introductions are in order child, no? Allow me to go first, if you don’t mind. I am Lorcan Feoras, an old gravedigger. My friend here is Sir Lemmings-“ “Please Miss, call me Andrew; it’s a pleasure.” Andrew interrupted, bowing as he said it in a rather exaggerated manner. Lorcan chuckled at the display as he said “Feeling a little star-crossed, are we?” Andrew merely looked at him, as if he was annoyed but amused by the comment at the same time, and even chuckled a bit himself after a few seconds of looking at Lorcan. “Maybe a little, give me a break; I was twenty-nine last I remember, I can gawk if I want to, he responded, laughing as he finished. He and Lorcan shared the laugh for a moment, before Lorcan returned his attention to the young girl in front of them and asking “And you are?” |
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| Rin | Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:14 pm Post #6 |
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For a moment Rin feared that it would come down to a fight regardless of her warning. SO many normal mortals in Imythess underestimated her based on her demure appearance. They never expected such a slight and sheltered-looking waif to be not only an excellent combatant, but also completely ruthless. The situation wasn't quite as bad as she had expected; the older man did not seem to want to fight her either. Still, the girl did not relax her guard. She had felt the page being used, which meant that he was already aware of its power to warp reality. For the moment all he had done was raise a corpse from the grave, but the pages of the Grand Grimoire had the potential to be far more destructive and dangerous. "Alright... I can talk..." She smiled slightly at the odd pair, although she did not put her weapon away. The girl wasn't entirely sure what the two men were joking about, but she had to admit the zombie's greeting seemed far more flamboyant than absolutely necessary. The construct had no idea what they could be gawking out; despite her obvious beauty, she was entirely unfamiliar with men complimenting her on her appearance. After all, she had not been programmed to recognize or respond to such advances. Rin considered asking the Grimoire what they were talking about but decided that would be a waste of time. Instead she leaned against one of the crooked gravestones, placing the point of the longsword in the grass and holding its pommel with both hands. She was almost sure that the man with the page was the gravedigger, Lorcan, but until she knew for sure she didn't want to seem too desperate. "My name is Rinrae... But you should call me Rin!" Her wide smile betrayed none of her inner doubts or suspicions. She knew how to deal with an aggressor who held one of the pages, but how should she respond to a friendly old man? Rin looked at the animated corpse, the man who had introduced himself as Andrew. He had obviously been in the ground for a long time. At the moment his skeleton and remaining flesh were saturated with the Grimoire's power; without the book's influence he would surely fade back into death. A gleam of pity entered her blue eyes but she did not speak of the matter. Instead, she looked towards the gravedigger with a small smile still on her face. "There is an item nearby that looks like a glowing page... The words on it are constantly changing and it is impossible to tear or mar. It is incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands..." The girl released the hilt of her weapon with one sword to reach in the small pocket hidden beneath her ribbons. She pulled out another page of the Grimoire, the soft light emanating from the parchment illuminating her face. "Like this. I must find it... They are far too powerful to be in anyone else's hands..." She rolled up the demonstrated page and shoved it back underneath her ribbons, staring directly at Lorcas. "If you know anything about this, you must help me..." |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Sun Oct 9, 2011 6:47 pm Post #7 |
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Lorcan listened carefully to her, paying close attention as she spoke. From his many years of cursed life, he had learned much, and his intuition had honed into a sharp point, almost always being accurate. And after he saw a flash of some sad emotion in her eyes, he decided that Rinrae could indeed be trusted with something so menacingly powerful. He looked at Andrew with a raised eyebrow, seeking what input he might have, but the skeleton simply looked back at him, and gave a short nod after a few, brief seconds. “Very well Rin. I hope my trust is not misplaced, but I do not wish to see something like this fall into the possession of evil. The result would be catastrophic.” With that, Lorcan pulled the document out from his coat, and handed it to Andrew. Andrew replaced his rib and approached Rin with the document held out in front of him. As he reached her, he pulled his head off with his other hand, tipping like a hat. It only was Andrew a supposed Paladin, it seemed he was also a star-crossed comedian. Such character was a refreshing break from the solitude that was Lorcan’s life, but it was better than falling in love and marrying, only to out live his partner indefinitely, and to suffer the heartbreak over and over again. He had already experienced this once before, as he was married when he had been cursed, forcibly bound to his flesh forever, not being truly dead, but neither was he truly alive. It was better to have a companion whose lifespan could rival his own. Andrew replaced his head as Lorcan stepped forward, saying “I have information on another of one of these pages you seek. The mage who hired to find this page was already in the possession of two others. I know not what they do, but he calls himself the Ink-Blood Mystic. So perhaps he derives most if not all of his so-called magic talent from these pages. I can take to where he resides, if you wish, but I have a sneaky suspicion you’ll be paying him a visit soon enough. However, I fear your meeting with him will be quite the hostile one, especially compared to ours. |
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| Rin | Sun Oct 9, 2011 11:58 pm Post #8 |
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The old man listened to her attentively, nodding from time to time as she explained. After Rin had finished warning him of the dangers of the Grimoire's pages Lorcan seemed contemplative, obviously trying to decide what to do next. The girl folded her hands behind her back, bouncing on the balls of her heels in anticipation. She could tell that the page she sought was close, and had plenty of reasons to suspect that it was the gravedigger who physically held the page. Her suspicions were soon confirmed when he withdrew one of the glowing sheets of parchment and handed it to his undead assistant. The ghastly paladin shoved his rib back into place and took hold of the page, walking forward to offer it to Rin. The girl skipped forward with a gleeful laugh, reaching out with one hand to grab the fragment of the Grimoire's power, her entire face lighting up. As soon as her fingers brushed the parchment she felt a rush of ecstasy, a happiness purer and more potent than anything else in all of Imythess. The collection of the pages was the sole task that she had been created for. The girl glanced over the writing on the page, still smiling. Although the words seemed to be in constant motion, rewriting themselves in various alphabets and reorienting themselves on its surface, she could read it easily. An intrinsic ability to read any written language was one of the gifts bestowed upon her as the Guardian of the Grand Grimoire, so this young girl could decipher its secrets better than any learned scholar. However, the gravedigger began to speak, revealing that he had been hired by a man that possessed several more pages. Rin's head shot up so quickly it popped her neck, and there was an instant look of determination on her features. Figuring out the secrets of this page could wait; she could not allow any mortal to possess multiple pages of the Grimoire at any point in time. The strength granted to an individual by a single page were amazing; two or more pages bestowed almost god-like abilities to their owner. "The Ink-Blood Mystic, eh?" The construct absentmindedly rolled the parchment into a tight cylinder, slipping the paper into the pocket hidden within the ribbons wrapped around her arms. Although she had never heard of the sorcerer that Lorcan was referring to, his mere name suggested that he was not a pleasant individual. He must have already discovered the power of the pages to warp reality if he was actively hiring others to search out more for his undoubtedly nefarious goals. Rin would have to make locating and defeating this mystic her top priority. She could sense the Grimoire's agreement with her decision, but was surprised when Lorcan offered to take her to the man. Such a confrontation would probably be dangerous to behold; a magician with the pages would be incredibly powerful, and most mortals were not built with Rin's natural immunity to some of the page's more devastating powers. She bit her lip and scanned the gravedigger and his reanimated paladin, worry evident in her expression. "Are you sure? I do not want you to get harmed in my quest." |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:10 pm Post #9 |
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Her giddyness at receiving the magical document was enough to make Lorcan chuckle, and it amused him even more to find how quickly her demeanor could change at the mention of someone else having some of the documents. However amusing it may be, he realized that it wasn't a good thing for the mage who had hired to continue to possess these things. When he offered to take Rin to the man, she seemed concerned for his well-being if he were to accompany her. At this, Lorcan sighed, but quickly recovered a friendly smile. "Well Rin, you see, I may be able to be hurt technically, but I have no need to fear death or permanent injuries. In my youth I may the foolhardy decision to seek immortallity. Unfortunately I found a way to be immortal. My soul is bound to my flesh, or more accurately, this wrist shackle," he said as he motioned to the shackle on his left wrist, evidence of his curse, "And as such, I cannot die by any means other than having my curse lifted. I was cursed by a God of Death, and as such it would take another God to lift such a curse. My body will rot, and becasue of this, i am forced to find replacement parts, so to speak. I have outlived my entire family line. Tis a lonely existence, and I have learned the mistake I made so many years ago many times over. To be completely honest, I have no clue how old I am now; I lost count. So as you can imagine, I cannot be harmed, and have no need to hesitate on such an offer nor do I need to fear anything happening to myself." After his monlouge, Andrew pretended to wipe away a tear from his eye, but as a skeleton, he had niether eyes nor tear ducts. Lorcan chickled at this image, his mood being lifted after the mention of his self inflicted curse. He turned his attention back to Rin. "The offer still stands my dear, if you wish to take me up on it." |
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| Rin | Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:33 am Post #10 |
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Rin listened to the explanation with an odd expression on her face. Immortality was not a concept that the girl had ever considered. She knew that her own body was not capable of aging. Even though she had been in existence for less than a year, an actual girl her age would have probably grown a small amount in that time. The construct had not changed at all, nor would she ever. The Grand Grimoire had constructed her in this manner, and she would stay the exact same until the time her services were no longer needed. Rin knew that after the Grimoire's pages were collected she would have veritably no reason to exist, but the sentient tome had never broached the matter and she had never pressed for more information. Perhaps the book would allow her to live after the completion of her task so that she could travel the world and learn more about its mysteries and inhabitants, but that was a topic for another time. "Well, if you're sure you won't be hurt... I suppose I accept your offer." The girl looked down at the longsword she was still holding, sheathing it absentmindedly. She clearly did not need the weapon at the moment, and she was unsure how useful the mundane blade would be against a man who called himself the 'Ink-Blood Mystic.' Fortunately, the longsword was not the only item in her arsenal. In fact, thanks to her connection to the Grand Grimoire she could summon any weapon from history or mythology to her hands and wield it with the skill of the original owner. The longsword in her satchel was the only weapon she did not summon in such a manner, and it was noticeably weaker than the rest of her swords and spears. Rin skipped over closer to Lorcan, still smiling. "Lead the way! How far away is this man?" None of her consternation from earlier was evident on her face, nor did she seem to hold any grudge against the gravedigger for discovering the page of the Grimoire first. None of the intense determination from earlier was present either; in fact, her mood seemed to have completely reversed into a cheerful, amiable demeanor. "I hope he's close!" The threat of a mortal possessing multiple pages was still looming on the back of her mind, but she saw no reason to worry Lorcan with the seriousness of the situation. |
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| Lorcan Feoras | Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:13 pm Post #11 |
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“He isn’t too far, no. I do, however, warn you that man will prove to be a powerful opponent. Though we talked face to face, he seemed like an elderly man, much like myself, and not entirely fragile. However, as I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of him in a mirror. What I saw was tremendous in size, though that is an assumption because all I saw was a large, glowing purple eye, and a little of the surrounding area. His skin looked like a combination of the colors purple and that of parchment. I’d have my wits about me before you face him.” The girl’s cheery manner amused, and brought a small smile to his face, despite being able to feel the power of those pages radiating off of her. He wondered if he only felt it because of his curse, knowing that it tied him unintentionally to the arcane world. Another curious thought that crossed his mind was how did she manage to possess the several that she obviously did, an observation based off what he could feel of them and since she had said she were responsible for collecting and protecting them. He eyed the child for a few seconds before posing the question in his mind, asking “Tell, how is it you are able to protect the pages you collect? I’ve told you my story; perhaps as we traverse the land you would occupy my old mind with your story? Of course, if you’d rather not, that’s perfectly fine; no one has any right to demand such information from anyone. But I admit, I’m curious, especially because of the way you held the sword you carry with such confidence and purpose.” He continued walking, in an easterly direction, towards a grouping of trees in the distance. The mage’s residence was hidden somewhere among them, and it was somewhat odd that he had come out to the graveyard to find it himself. Perhaps he was too busy to grab this particular page, and felt any old vagrant would do the job for him, especially for the price he had offered. To be honest, Lorcan might have just donated most of the money, as he had no real need for it. He might have even asked the mage instead to help him with his curse, to see if he could lift it somehow. Wishful thinking, he knew, as they continued towards their destination. If Rin decided to tell her story, they would probably reach the trees just as she was finishing. Unless her story was much longer than he expected. If that were the case, he might have to wait for the next installment. The thought amused him, as did most of his thoughts. |
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| Rin | Fri Oct 14, 2011 3:30 am Post #12 |
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Rin shook her head at the gravedigger's description of their opponent. This would not be the first time she face a deadly enemy in the guise of a frail and elderly man. In fact, one of her most dangerous opponents in all of Imythess was a being known only as the Tinkerer, a creation that hid its true manner in such a fashion. He had also been creating by the power of the Grand Grimoire, but instead of being a product of the majority of the book he was the twisted machination of a few gathered pages. Instead of being an actual mortal the Tinkerer was a monstrosity of clockwork and sorcery, a brilliant and insane genius whose inventions had nearly killed Rin and her companions on several occasions. She was not looking forward to facing another being who abused the power of the Grimoire while hiding as an old man, but she supposed it couldn't be helped. The physical appearance of the individuals who had acquired the scattered fragments of the tome were not important, only that she managed to find a way to defeat them and divulge them of its reality-bending powers. Lorcan soon asked one of the questions she was the most familiar with, given her demure appearance and small size. Most mortals did not believe that such an innocent-looking girl could actually be a powerful construct of the Grand Grimoire, and as such, more than capable of defending herself. Usually the assumption that she was a weakling rankled her, but the gravedigger did not seem to be attempting to insult her with the inquiry. "I'm not exactly normal! I'm very strong and fast, but more importantly, I can learn how to fight through muscle memory. I am very skilled." She spoke without any hint of pride in the claim; she was clearly just sharing a fact that she considered to be the truth. The girl held one hand out in front of her, nodding towards her empty digits. The next word she said echoed oddly, as if it had been spoken from a great distance yet remained the same volume. "Excalibur." The air around her hand blurred as if it was a mirage, quickly clearing to reveal an incredible sword clutched in her thin fingers. The grip was polished ivory, with a pommel and crossguard of hardened gold and encrusted with rubies. The guard itself was in the shape of two roaring chimeras, and from their open jaws shot out a wave of golden flames that hovered the entire length of the sword, transforming it into a bar of holy energy. Rin swung the sword through the air, the blade humming with every motion. "Plus I can summon weapons to help me." She said this matter-of-factly, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. By this point in time they had reached the treeline, and the construct waited for Lorcan to continue leading them to the Ink Blood Mystic. |
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