Da'nahr

Session 21
This Is How They Died

Rotenh Dal from x.×.×.105 started chat and sent out an invitation 11 hours ago
Vintasnah from x.×.×.169 joined the chat 11 hours ago
Vintasnah: Well hurro.
Rotenh Dal: Oh herro dere!
Vintasnah: X] Alright, let’s get this thing going!
Rotenh Dal: WIll do!
Rotenh Dal: Oh yeah, I’ve gotta level up x3.
Vintasnah: [We last left off with Roten and Vinny in the black marble castle. He had just swallowed the essence of Sentisdeh which was akin to drinking brandy the way it burned down his throat and how he could feel it flowing through every vein, until finally it had reached his heart. This would hurt, burn, and make his heart skip a beat. In the same instance his wrist began to glow a luminescent blue as the ancient symbol for water glowed and dimmed into a tatoo, like it had always been there.]
Vintasnah: [Uhm… this happened to you, react or something… anything.]
Vintasnah: Also! The scene that he witnessed before he took in the marble, if you remember what that was.
Rotenh Dal: ((Sorry, I’m levelling.)
Vintasnah: [[Ah, oke. sry, missed that post]]
Rotenh Dal: His eyes close for a moment, as the pain, works it’s way through his body, burning his veins, causing his entire form to stand rigid so as to not cry out. And just as soon as it started it stops, his eyes opening, to look down upon the glowing mark that sets itself upon his wrist. Taking in the sight of the change, he gulps, and looks back over to Vintasnah.
Vintasnah: She smiles at him, a frail smile that indicates this is surely just the beginning.
Rotenh Dal: He returns that smile, and gives her a light nod, before stretching out and settling with his newfound power.
Vintasnah: [[What lvl are you now?]]
Rotenh Dal: ((10!))
Vintasnah: [[Lol, uhm… got up about two more levels, would ya?]]
Rotenh Dal: ((… Okay.))
Rotenh Dal rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Rotenh Dal rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Vintasnah: [[Just pretend the little marble gave you super lvls. lol]]
Rotenh Dal: ((Wha?))
Vintasnah: nm
Rotenh Dal: ((Okay, now I’m level 12.))
Vintasnah: [[AHGAUHDJahIHDAWFAZSc I wanna set something on fire. Kid totally screwed up my mojo…]]
Vintasnah: please hold.
Vintasnah: [[Olay, I’m back. Sry about that. I need to move shit…]]
Vintasnah: [[needed* rather]]
Vintasnah: Vinny directs your attention to the spot on the floor where the vision first appeared and just as suddenly flitted away before you. She walks up to where the two people had knealt and where the one had died. “Did you see the marble, Rot? Did you see the yellow marble left behind?”
Rotenh Dal: “I did.”
Vintasnah: [[Wow, good job there.]]
Rotenh Dal: ((I’m trying! Having a hard time, recalling the vision, but I think I remember it.))
Vintasnah: “That is all that is left of my mother’s sister, The Wind. Her humanoid name was Quinn. She ruled as Queen with their brother and lover The Earth whose humanoid name was Jerry. They were loving and kind. They ruled their kingdom as gods on this planet for centuries until the day that her body was slain. She lives now in her purest form. Her separation from him ruined him. He ruled as best he could without her at his side, until, after having no heirs and living to watch as the world slowly destroyed itself, watching as all his subjects and believers stopped believing in him, he buried his human form in the Earth below his great Kingdom. Those who were still loyal to him left the kingdom above and built this city underneath abandoning the same world that abandoned him. This castle made of marble they carried down piece by piece, rebuilding it above their King and god’s chosen burial ground….”
Rotenh Dal: “And that is where we stand?”
Vintasnah: She nods. “Because he chose to waste away, living not as a human, but eternally sleeping, the land has begun to die and wither… This desert was not always here. It has become a desert because he no longer cares to tender and toil the soil. We stand above his burial chamber, where the Great Dying began a century or so ago. This wasteland will continue on, reaching other continents, and all the people of the world, while the wind in her despair helps press it forward. All but my Mother and the Fire god have given up on their creations…”
Rotenh Dal: “I believe I’ve come close to the fire god once before.”
Vintasnah: “You have.” She smiles. “Here he is known as the Great King Jabaal. He has lived these past seven centuries pretending, each passing generation, to be the son of his father, and his father, and so on. It is a facade to keep his true identity unknown.”
Rotenh Dal: “Why does he capture young women?”
Vintasnah: “He brings in young women off the street and gives them a home. He takes care of them, feeding them and giving them each a place to live out their lives in peace, without turmoil. Those who are willing become his courtesans but none of them are forced to be with him.”
Rotenh Dal: “I see.. he does have a physical form then? I had assumed he did not.”
Vintasnah: “He does. It is the same form he took when he first came to this world. He is not keen on people with eyes to see it, however.”
Rotenh Dal: “Because he then becomes recognized, and he cannot continue his charade?”
Vintasnah: “The possibility is always there. His intentions are good, however. He does not do what he does to keep his power, rather, to protect what he has made here.”
Rotenh Dal: “I wasn’t suggesting that he was malevolent. So, how do we get the world back into balance?”
Vintasnah: “For now, we need to acquire the essences left behind by the gods. Then we must seek out my brother, Jabaal. He will give you the last bit of essence… blessing… that you will need… this is much more than just putting the world back into order, Rotenh’ Dal. But that is where we will start.”
Rotenh Dal: He nods a bit, at the words, his gaze moving about the room, then back to Vintasnah before he speaks. “We begin by venturing into Jerry’s tomb then?”
Vintasnah: "Yes. However, he has hidden it well. Even I do not know it’s exact location. He also has barriers set up against me. That I can feel. My spells do not fully work here.:
Rotenh Dal: “Do we have any hints, as to where the entrance may be?” His brow arches at the fact that there are barries set against Vintasnah’s spells, his gaze raking through the room once more.
Vintasnah: "Thrisfarh spoke of a tunnel, the entrance to it hidden where “The king once found, had become lost, and in his turmoil reclined his head to rest.”
Rotenh Dal: “Okay, that leads me to believe it is inside of a bedchamber. Shall we go look for one, Vintasnah?” He smiles a bit, and holds out his hand to the girl.
Vintasnah: “That does sound appropriate.” She shakes her head and smiles at the outstretched hand. She walks beside you in the darkness. There are two corridors that branch off beyond the throne room leading back into the palace. One to the left, the other to the right.
Rotenh Dal: He moves to take the left route, doing his best to stay alert, as they walk through the dark corridors of the marble palace.
Vintasnah: [ The left side extends into a long corridor, layed out like a never ending inn, doors ever ten feet, always a mirroring door on the opposite side of the hallway, and two large double doors at then end, some 300 feet ahead of you.]
Rotenh Dal: “I think perhaps this may very well be his bedroom, don’t you?” He arches a brow, with a bit of a smirk, as he gestures to the double-doors, his pace quickening, as he walks towards what he believes to be the entrance to a dead god’s sleeping chamber.
Vintasnah: [[You open the doors?
]]
Rotenh Dal: ((Yes.))
Vintasnah: [Upon opening the doors, the creaking of the doors scratching against the stone floor, a gust of stale air blasts against the both of you, sweeping back Vinny’s dress and hair, rumpling your clothes against your skin. The air smells of dying plants,
Vintasnah: and as your eyes adjust to the dim light coming from within a maze of gardens long left alone to waste away stands tall and imposing in front of you].
Rotenh Dal: “Well that wasn’t what I was expecting..” He mumbles as he walks forwards, his hand moving out, to inspect a dying plant, wondering how it even survived this long, without sunlight to sustain it’s growth.
Vintasnah: [The plants though long dead still retain some of their colour, the smell of each individual plant still hanging in the stale air like a thick fog. The smell of such perfumes is almost intoxicating blurring the senses ever so slightly. The maze welcomes you in, greeting you with two large statues each one a male and female representation of elemental beasts]. "It feels… strange… in here.
Vintasnah: "
Rotenh Dal: “Yes, very strange..” He speaks a bit, as he begins to feel his senses become fuzzy, he draws his hand down to raise the collar of his shirt, up over his nose and mouth, breathing in through the filter that should work against most pollens and scents. “Keep your nose and mouth covered.”
Vintasnah: She raises up a layer of her skirts covering her nose and mouth. Her muffled voice is heard from within. “That’s a bit better, but not as comfortable…”
Rotenh Dal: He can’t help but laugh at the rediculousness, that her action makes her outfit turn into. He shakes his head, and moves to his sleeve, his hand flicking a needle out, to cut away the cloth, working to fashion it into two crude bandana-like masks, he secures one to his face, while handing the other to Vintasnah.
Vintasnah: She laughs a bit realizing how silly she really did look doing that and taking the cloth from Rot, ties it around her face as he also had done. “Are we to go into the maze?”
Rotenh Dal: “Well it always seems like more fun, to go forward, than to double back, don’t you think?” A smile curls on his lips behind the mask, the slight distortion evident, as he gestures, and steps into the maze.
Vintasnah: She follows after him, watching her footing through the large root system that extends up out of the Earth at the maze entrance, more evidence of years of unkept plants, now free to do as they will through out this strange room. The maze walls stand beside them at nine feet tall, the plant life even extending above that. The walls appear at first to be bushes, but as Vintasnah is prone to tripping her fingers nimbly discovered the stone masonry walls beneath the elaborate system of vines that grew without and made this apparent to Rot.
Rotenh Dal: He nods, as she delivers the news of the stone, beneath the vines. He reaches into his pack, and takes out a bit of paper, as he keeps walking, jotting down a crude map of the maze, as he walks through it, his gaze keeping a look out, for any suprises along the way. “I wonder why he placed a maze in here..”
Vintasnah: “Maybe they used to get lost here. Away from everything.”
Rotenh Dal: “Intentionally secluding themselves, until they stumbled upon a way out?”
Vintasnah: “Maybe they knew the way, but no one else did. Maybe this is where… This is where they could just be.” She smiled because she just didn’t have the heart to say it. But yes, she was hinting at such seclusion as was needed for lovers, for a King and Queen to run away to from servants and political unrest. For a place for them to be gods among the mortals, unseen and invisible
.
Rotenh Dal: “I see.. then this may very well be what we’ve been looking for. If it is a place, where he can rest..”
Vintasnah: “…or get lost…”
Rotenh Dal: “Yes, or get lost..”
Vintasnah: After a few good hours of roaming through the maze, running into walls that would not let them pass, plants that had no intention of growing a different way for them, and statues always pointing this way or that, they made it through the maze. No danger to be had or any real struggle at all. After many scratchings and cross outs, a correct map would have been drawn by Rot. The exit of the maze was a door at seven foot high: large, marble as the rest of the castle, and stubborn.
Rotenh Dal: “Well, would you look at that?” He moves to pocket his map of the maze, turning a bit to regard Vintasnah at his question, a bit of accomplishment evident on his features.
Vintasnah: She smiles beneath the cloth and waits for him to open the door…. [As it opens, one can quickly see the layer of marble behind it… All walled up, and no way in.]
Rotenh Dal: “Well.. that was unexpected..”
Rotenh Dal: He moves his hand out, to draw against the marble wall, searching to see if he can’t find any sort of hidden door beneath*
Rotenh Dal: .
Vintasnah: [Nothing.]
Rotenh Dal: He sits back on his heels, just frowning at the marble wall.
Vintasnah: “I don’t get it, why would someone put a door where there isn’t a way out?”
Rotenh Dal: “Perhaps to draw attention away from the real exit that they had placed somewhere else?”
Vintasnah: “Is there an exit at all?”
Rotenh Dal: “I’m not really sure, that was just a theory..”
Rotenh Dal: He moves to knock on the marble, his ear to it in order to hear what he can on the inside.
Vintasnah: “Well, I don’t know either… but maybe that’s the joke…? What if there isn’t an exit?” [The marble is thick, no sound reverberates from either side]
Rotenh Dal: “If there isn’t an exit, then I suppose, we need to go back through the exit, and search other rooms.”
Rotenh Dal: “Or rather, back through the entrance.”
Vintasnah: “No, That doesn’t seem quite right…”
Rotenh Dal: He places his hand on the marble, and closes his eyes, before casting the spell “Knock”.
Vintasnah: [No reaction to the spell that indicates a room on the other side of the wall].
Rotenh Dal: He frowns as he spell sputters and dies. “Well whatever this is for, it surely isn’t an entrance.”
Vintasnah: Vinny turns her head to the side and looks out the walls that wait to take her back into the maze. “Maybe he intentionally got lost. Maybe… now that we know our way… We have to get lost.”
Rotenh Dal: “So, you’re suggesting that we just forget about the map, and walk about aimlessly in this maze?”
Vintasnah: “Well…. yes.”
Rotenh Dal: “…. Okay.”
Vintasnah: She looks at you, "Is that wrong?’
Rotenh Dal: “No, actually thats an idea when I was out of ideas. So lets go for it.” He rises up, and pockets the map, turning about on his heels, he leads them both back into the maze, this time blindly.
Vintasnah: She follows you as you both wander, pandering through the maze with no discretion as to which direction you are taking. After another hour of wandering, you come upon a small open courtyard that you had not seen on the way to the supposed exit.
Rotenh Dal: His brows shoot up, as he steps into the courtyard, his head turning to shrug a bit to Vinny, before walking in, and examining the area.
Vintasnah: She looks as honestly dumbfounded as she could, her brows quirked up, her eyes wide and examining. She walks to the center of the small courtyard, nothing apparent. Then again, the courtyard is only so big as a small room, smaller statues of creatures that even she could not recognize scattered across the ruin.
Rotenh Dal: He kneels down, and rifles through the old ruinous statues, keeping an eye out for anything interesting, as he upturns old junk, and examines presumably ancient decor.
Vintasnah: Roll a search
Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Rotenh Dal: 20
Vintasnah: [As you rifle through the old statues and plants that surround the courtyard you come across two human sized statues that had, at first, had appeared to be a mound of roots, earth, and overgrown vines. Vintasnah watches as you discover the statues and walks up behind you. Her eyes widen and glaze over a bit. “That’s them…” The position that statues are set in is that of a pair of sleeping lovers, their hands wrapped around each other, their heads resting lightly on the ground, eyes closed, their toes digging into the earth below them.]
Rotenh Dal: “The entrance should be somewhere around here then? Perhaps beneath the man’s head..” He wonders aloud, as he finishes clearing the vines from the statues, kneeling down, his hands run across the ground in search for any more openings or pressure plates.
Vintasnah: [[Roll another one.]]
Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Rotenh Dal: 26?
Rotenh Dal: I think..
Rotenh Dal: 9 + 17.. yeah.
Vintasnah: [[XD Alright, alright. You do infact find a small pressure panel just under the King
Vintasnah: ‘s head, where the statue touches the ground]]
Rotenh Dal: “Hah, we found it!” He speaks out in triumph as he presses down on the pressure panel.
Vintasnah: Vinny gets a bit too excited and jumps a bit, nearly tripping on the way back down. She recaptures her footing and runs over to you. The floor around you has begun to quiver ever so much, and the statue begun to move. The horrible stone of stone sliding across stone, added to years of being stuck in one place make an awful noise as it slides open revealing a small staircase spiraling downwards, the steps carved out of the solid Earth that this entire city is built upon. The dim light only shows in on two stairs and after that, a heavy darkness. The distance cannot be ranged from where you stand. The stale air streaming up around you, even more powerful than the perfume of the flowers and much less enjoyable.
Rotenh Dal: “Well.. That sort of seems ominous… Oh well! Shall we?”
Vintasnah: “Haha, of course. We are entering into a tomb, so to speak.” She sweeps up her dress and readies to follow behind you.
Rotenh Dal: He nods and turns towards the staircase. Gulping a bit, he begins to descend the ancient steps, slowly, making sure to time himself with the sounds of Vinny walking behind him, as they descend into the unknown depths of the Earth God’s tomb.
Vintasnah: [Make a reflex!]
Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Rotenh Dal: 27
Vintasnah: [[Lawls. Sometimes, my comp just does not want me to multitask….]]
Vintasnah: [Even as your foot hits the second stair it begins to recede in the wall, you manage to make the next step without tripping over yourself and falling in such a way that would most likely have resulted in a broken neck…]
Rotenh Dal: “Oh, that isn’t good..”
Vintasnah: “What happened?!”
Rotenh Dal: “It’s trapped, a stair receded right beneath my foot.”
Vintasnah: “That’s not good at all…. Was it just one? Mine does not seem to be moving anywhere fast.”
Rotenh Dal: “Just the one so far.. Maybe it’s mathematical.. lemme check.” He takes a step down, putting pressure on the next available step.
Vintasnah: [It quickly recedes beneath the pressure of your foot.]
Rotenh Dal: “OKay lets make this easy.” He closes his eyes for a moment, and brings forth his newfound knowledge, to make the air bend around him at his whim, casting the spell ‘fly’.
Vintasnah: [He goes up for a moment his feet easily coming off the steps until the air around him loses control, dropping him to the ground as the spell flickers out.] [[Roll an epic reflex. Lol]]
Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Rotenh Dal: 25
Vintasnah: [As you fall back down, your feet manage to not fail beneath you landing sure and strong on the two stairs, your legs slightly more far apart than you would like them to be, but in a much better position here than your body cascading down the steps and triggering each step].
Rotenh Dal: “Oookay! Spells don’t work either!”
Vintasnah: “That’s strange… I felt a resistance to a certain amount of my own abilities, but I had not anticipated that they would be against you as well… Sorry Rot.”
Rotenh Dal: “Yes, no long tormentuous plummet down a never-ending staircase shrouded in darkness, no foul.”
Vintasnah: She stares at you from above, the confusion evident in her lifted brow.
Rotenh Dal: “Sorry, just counting my blessings, that I didn’t fall. How do you figure we should get down these stairs?”
Vintasnah: “Well, so far it seems to be every other step. I would gather that we just lengthen our strides and climb down, only placing out feet on every other step. I will follow you carefully.”
Rotenh Dal: He nods and turns, gathering his courage, before proceeding in the manner in which she outlined.
Vintasnah: [The stairs obediently stay in place as you follow the given pattern. However, one stair retaliates about 50 steps down and the entire stair case shudders and above the sound of stairs all falling, and crashing into the ground below becomes apparent.]
Rotenh Dal: “Okay time to run!” He shouts, as he takes Vinny’s hand, and begins bolting down the stairs, doing his best to keep the pattern, but just as well, making sure to move quick enough, that they fall well after he’s set his feet upon them.
Vintasnah: [The both of you run as quickly down the stair case as is humanly possible, keeping the pattern which is now almost useless to do. You do manage to be going fast enough that if you mess up, the stairs aren’t able to recede with you on them. And from above the remaining stairs continue to come crashing down. Eventually you reach the flood below, a black pit, the size immeasureable in the darkness and the sound of falling stone all around you.]
Rotenh Dal: He takes in the area, as he reaches the pit, looking for any objects of note, or doorways around.
Vintasnah: You have darkvision
Vintasnah: ?
Rotenh Dal: ((haha.. no.))
Vintasnah: [
[Then you don’t see shit]]
Rotenh Dal: “Do you see anything? I can’t see shit!”
Vintasnah: [
[XDDD]]
Rotenh Dal: (( X} ))
Vintasnah: “I think… I think I can make out a small over hang out of the rock!” She grabs your hand and uncharacteristically takes the lead, dragging you through the pit, occasionally zig zagging avoiding the falling steps from above. You quickly reach the wall and get the feeling of being in a small cave.
Vintasnah: “You can’t see at all?”
Rotenh Dal: His eyes open wide, as he runs alongside Vinny, head darting about, as stones and rocks fall all around, as they reach the overhang, and she asks her question, he looks downwards, his gaze only slightly off of the direction he should be looking as he answers. “No, I can see quite a bit, of black. Thats about it.”
Vintasnah: She laughs, even though she knows she shouldn’t be laughing. “That’s a bit of a dilemma… Uhm, Rot, I need to do something to your eyes…”
Rotenh Dal: “IF it’s a spell, and it turns me blind.. I’ll be really angry, once I figure out that I’m blind, and not still in a really dark place!”
Vintasnah: She laughs ar you. “Not nor really like spell… more like an alteration…”
Rotenh Dal: “Very well, get it over with please.” He smirks down to Vinny, or rather, down to Vinny’s shoulder.
Vintasnah: [You feel a hand cover your eyes. “You are going to want to close your eyes, please don’t… And I’m sorry about this, but we both need eyes here.” From her hand water begins to cascade onto your face, over your eyebrows and eyes. Much like swimming with your eyes open, except, instead of the water flowing freely down your face, it gathers around your eyes, and like crying in reverse recede up into your eyes, under your eyelids behind your retinas, and back, back to the nerves inside your head. It hurts, a different kind of hurt, though. The unexplainable kind of pain.
Vintasnah: She removes her hand from your face a few seconds later after all the water has drained inside. You can blink now, or try to. At first you won’t see anything, after a second or so you’ll see vague blue blurs, and after a full minute, you’ll see the wreckage that is the pit you are now stand in, cowered in a small cave that goes no where. The stairs have all fallen, stone masonry all busted up and broken covering the ground you.
Vintasnah: [[Tell me whenever you are done, by the way. Lol]]
Rotenh Dal: “Gah!” He yells out, and stifles his voice afterwards, as the pain of that words, working up through his eyes, makes him draw a hand up to cover those offended orbs, his jaw clenched, against the pain, until it finally recedes. Slowly, he blinks, and looks around for a short time, waiting to be able to see clearly. Finally he does his best to take a more detailed examination of the cave.
Vintasnah: [[It’s a cave. What more you want from me. Lol Sooooo I think I’m done for the day. Lol]]
Rotenh Dal: ((Allright))

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Session 20
Faithful To The End

Vintasnah from x.×.×.169 joined the chat

Rotenh Dal from x.×.×.105 joined the chat 3 seconds ago

Vintasnah: Welcome.

Rotenh Dal: Gracias.

Vintasnah: Bienvenido.

Rotenh Dal: Don’t start that crap with me!

Vintasnah: _

Rotenh Dal: I ONLY KNOW HOW TO SPEAK AMUUUURCAN!

Rotenh Dal: In capslock.

Rotenh Dal: Even though I just held down shift.

Vintasnah: Lol.

Vintasnah: Alright let’s get started.

Rotenh Dal: Sounds peachy.

Rotenh Dal: Or peaches..

Rotenh Dal: Sounds like peaches.

Vintasnah: [Last we left off Thris’Fahr turned into a cloud of dust after Vintasnah, heart broken
by her existence and lack of reasons for being abandoned by her mother, accidentally shifts. Thus, you are left alone with your own musings].

Vintasnah: Just want to see if there is anything you want to do while they are gone.

Rotenh Dal: ((I’m thinking.))

Rotenh Dal: “Well, I didn’t see that coming.” He grunts as the man dissappears in a puff of dust and dirt. He rises up, and stalks in a few slow circuits around the room, not really capable of focusing on any one thing for long, and quite incapable of thinking of how he should behave at all differently.

Vintasnah: [Several hours pass on uneventfully. Day and night do not exist here and so the hours blur, one into the other, without any signs of Thris’Fahr or Vintasnah].

Rotenh Dal: He sits and waits and waits, impatiently sitting in the chair, for quite a while. Eventually, he growls his frustration, and rises, pushing out of the front door to exit into the city.

Vintasnah: [The streets around you are quiet, tiresome. Streets that are as jagged as the stone they were carved from but as well tended as the underground city can be. There are only houses built from the sides of cavern, some that had just been stone and clay, moved and pushed aside to make other houses. Everything a dull orange, and dark brown].

Rotenh Dal: He walks about the somewhat bleak setting, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze wandering over the various makeshift homes. His mind drifts, to the names he heard before, seeing if they dredge up any particular memories or not. Chewing on his lower lip, he makes his way deeper into the city, examining any of the populace he can find, as well as the living conditions, and how these individuals adapt to a world without sun.

Vintasnah: [Although night and day do not altogether exist, there would appear to be some sort of schedule. There are few people out now, many of them bazaar and shop owners, house keepers, and men who would appear to be farmers. They are quiet in regards to the city but often one would hear them calling across streets, mostly in jest. The occasional nay-sayer bickering with his opponent across the way would also be heard. Among other things there is the aptly questioned light source. This world is a constant shade of sunset. Dull and yet powerful yellow orbs rest in archaic sconces around the cavern, the walls, houses and many (in an attempt to simulate night and sleeping) are put out that are placed on specific houses. The city itself grows taller and larger as it nears the city center and at that center, a palace built from black marble, almost invisible in this lighting but once one would chance upon seeing it, it stands like a colossus: overbearing, over powering, ominous, and endless].

Rotenh Dal: To keep himself busy, he begins juggling empty vials as he walks, eyes wandering,
taking in the sights in the sleeping city. Soon, he draws forward towards the black marble castle, his eyes going wide at the very sight. "Well would you look at that?’

Vintasnah: [[Sry had to go do the dishes and laundry. v.v]]

Rotenh Dal: (yarr, almost fell asleep.))

Vintasnah: [No one thinks the man quere or pays any more or less attention to him than they
ought. Everyone around know’s he’s new, know’s they have never seen him before, but everyone knows to never ask questions, either. So some smile at him, amused by his antics, two women gossip and giggle as he passes by, and one small boy helping his mother waves excitedly as you notice the castle.]

Vintasnah: I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be gone so long!

Rotenh Dal: (It’s okay)

Rotenh Dal: He smiles and winks to the boy as he waves excitedly, his gaze returning to the castle, moving to juggle two vials in one hand, as he walks towards the great structure.

Vintasnah: [[We can hit the brakes if you’re tired, though. Maybe get some in tomorrow night so you can sleep. _]]

Vintasnah: [Up ahead, Thris’Farh stands watch over his cane at the Castle Entrance, otherwise unguarded and empty].

Rotenh Dal: He eyes Thris’Fahr for a moment, before continuing on his way, walking towards the man. He keeps his hands moving, in that rhythmic juggling, the constant sounds that the vials create as they find their marks within his palms, provide a steady white noise, as he steps towards the old man.

Vintasnah: [[Agh, sry. Lol. I’m kind of tired, not going to lie to you. Took a Benadryl]]

Rotenh Dal: ((haha, okay, want to put on the breaks?)_)

Vintasnah: [[Yeah, I’m like… out. Lol]]

Vintasnah: [[We’ll pick it up tomrrow or wed. _ Night dude.]]


Vintasnah from x.×.×.169 started chat 25 minutes ago
Rotenh Dal from x.×.×.105 joined the chat 25 minutes ago

Vintasnah: :p Now was that hard?

Vintasnah: You must be feeling especially lazy.

Rotenh Dal: I thought you were going to dig up the last room.

Vintasnah: No.

Vintasnah: Beside’s there’s no need.

Vintasnah: Also, I dooo need you to send me the last two or three sessions to this comp for me.

Rotenh Dal: …..

Rotenh Dal: What is the last session do you have?

Vintasnah: Don’t worry about it. Just send me the last three.

Last message was written 20 minutes ago

Vintasnah: Where is session 20?

Rotenh Dal: Theres a 20th session?

Vintasnah: yeaaaaah. Last session? Where he went pandering through the city

Vintasnah: ?

Vintasnah: We didn’t get far, we were both falling asleep, but we got it started.

Rotenh Dal: Oooh yeah, it was so short I left it in the Chatzy bit so I could set it up with the
next session..

Rotenh Dal: Aaaaand, we don’t have that chatzy window..

Vintasnah: Ah… Well I have no idea where we left off. You recall?

Rotenh Dal: I’m not really sure.. I was tired as hell that night.

Vintasnah: Uh, Okay, I’ll just guess.

Vintasnah: [The massive abandoned structure stands above you, an underground monolith of black cut stone. At the entry way, Thris’Fahr stands wait, his back hunched a little lower than yesterday and his cane bent with all the weight it now supported.]

Rotenh Dal: “Fancy meeting you here.” He speaks as he makes his way towards the hunched old man, his eyes appraising the fellow.

Vintasnah: [“Hmph…” A little less happy this morning. He turns and presses a small seal on the lower center part of the two advoining stone doors. The seal, a symbol, wavers in luminescent brilliance, flickers, and disappears entirely. The doors silently slide open and allow for your entrance. He follows in after you allowing the doors to close when you are both inside. Barely any light shines in at all, and it is as if one had just walked into the night sky, the refective stone creating shimmering stars in the vast void.]

Rotenh Dal: His eyes draw upwards, looking around the darkness, taking careful steps, as he never knows quite where he’s going, in such consuming darkness.

Vintasnah: [“Black as night in here. If you stand here long enough you almost feel like you aren’t standing on anything at all. Begin to lose sight of what is up and what is down.
Everything just… goes away.” The voice was the elder man’s but it was seemingly disembodied, coming from everywhere, the sounds just as all encompassing as the darkness.]

Rotenh Dal: "Yes.. I can’t say I’m a big fan of it.. Where exactly did you go?

Rotenh Dal: " He turns around, and spins in circles, hoping to get a sight of the old man in the dark area.

Vintasnah: [[Not to be seen. :] ]]

Rotenh Dal: “Damnit..”

Vintasnah: [“You focus too much on all the wrong things. So caught up in what you think you
SHOULD be able to see instead of what is THERE.”]

Rotenh Dal: “The only thing that is HERE is the DARK you old BASTARD.”

Vintasnah: [“Oh REALLY! Could have fooled me. From where I sit there is a whole play going on… and all you see is the dark. It’s a damn wonder you made it this far. Damn wonder she’s even still alive. Look around you, Nameless Escuse of a Soul! Or be damned with the memories that haunt, as you will be if you cannot learn!” A loud crashing noise echoes throughout your ears, the same darnkness, now void of even the elder, clings to you in silence.].

Rotenh Dal: He sighs at the crotchety old man, and closes his eyes, flipping that little switch in his mind, that allows him to see magical auras, slowly, he opens his eyes, and glances around, going into a crouch, as he wills himself to listen.

Vintasnah: [It doesn’t work. Not like you think it should. You see nothing new. No magic here. Just emptiness. As you listen however, you can hear voices. Whispers. Barely audible and incoherent.]

Rotenh Dal: He straightens up, and just looks ahead, as the whispers draw in around him. His arms cross over his chest, as he waits to hear things from previous lives.

Vintasnah: “My mother says you’re arrogent, and that’s why you can’t see.”

Rotenh Dal: “I am myself. I can’t be anyone else, I can just do the best that I can, as myself.”

Vintasnah: “Myself is vague. It’s more of an excuse than a definition. Do people not change?
Mustn’t people change in order to survive? If they do change, or adapt, are they losing a piece of theirselves, or are they just adding more vivid details to the one vage definition?”

Rotenh Dal: “People change, yes, but not because they are given vague reasons to change, and no direction to do it in. I’m constantly trying, as hard as I can, but it is as if there is a melovelant being up there, who is looking down upon me, and shaking her head, because no matter what I do, no matter how I react, it isn’t fitting in exactly to the way she wants her puzzle to be played out.”

Vintasnah: “There is no puzzle her. Just focusing. Just listening. And… in our defense, your people have changed for far less than vague reasons…”

Vintasnah: here*

Rotenh Dal: “Well I can hear you, and I’d say I’m about as focused as I can be amidst a conversation. What exactly do you mean my people? I’m a Skarn.”

Vintasnah: “All creations. Your people. The created. You separate yourselves based on physical and thoughtful differences. You all come from the same place.”

Rotenh Dal: “You call us created, but all things are made up of raw materials.”

Vintasnah: “The Earth shaped you, the Wind held your form, the Water gave you mobility, and Fire gave you life. Created.”

Rotenh Dal: “Thusly you aren’t any combination, so you must be a raw material. So tell me, are you earth wind water or fire?”

Vintasnah: “You don’t recognize me, Rot?”

Rotenh Dal: His eyes close, and he focuses, attempting to bring forth a mental image of whom he speaks.

Vintasnah: Vintasnah appears, two inches taller, her hair silver and long, her eyes the deepest iridescent blue of the purest ocean depths, her skin tanned but still considered fair. Her figure aged a few years. No longer the slender 16 year old form but full, her face even more adult, a copy of her mother’s own slender features coupled with her father’s strong human traits.

Rotenh Dal: “Barely, you sure do grow up quick Vintasnah.” He looks over her form, a soft smile appearing upon his lips, as he stands in the darkness.

Vintasnah: “I finally saw her Rot. I saw my Mother… and this time I remembered. I’ve gone to see her before, and every time have come back different, changed, older, and yet still a child. From here on I can only grow, but I must do it here. I cannot go back to her anymore, Rot.”
Although you can hear it in her voice, you cannot see the tears. She wanted me to give you something Rot…"

Rotenh Dal: He arches a brow, and takes a step towards Vintasnah as he begins to hear the tears well up in her voice, wanting to be comforting, he speaks. “What did she want you to give me?”

Vintasnah: “This… it… it might hurt on the way down.. She said just put it into your mouth, it would do the rest. She also wanted you to know, that you didn’t have to. You could wait and decide for yourself what your future should be instead of blindly trusting in us. Though your faith would be an honour, we would not force it from you.” She holds up a small blue bauble, no bigger than a marble. The blue swirls inside lighting up her palm with a gentle blue hue.

Rotenh Dal: His hand reaches out, and he takes the object in his palm, his voice inquisitive. “What is it, exactly?”

Vintasnah: “A part of her essence. Seven centuries ago you were born into this world with naught but your courage and strength. You grew to be a knight, were betrayed, your family slaughtered, and you exiled. Even through all this you never once crossed the line between good and evil. Sometime later, however, just before The Great War, you took your life. Even then you were born to be the Protector of the Four Elements. You were chosen for your goodness and strength… and faith. So when you ended your life The Earth took your soul and set it aside for reuse. Their Guardian on this planet had fallen, but he would be called for again and given another chance. You have been given so many chances to live a full life… but every time it is seemingly cut short… and this time, you are again being called upon as our Guardian. That is who you are, if you choose. And that is what this is. The power to protect us.”

Rotenh Dal: “I suppose thats why protecting you came so naturally to me.” He smirks, and rolls the blue bauble around in his palm, before offering it back, his palm upwards. “I thank Sindesneh for the offer, but I don’t need her essence to be who I am. I have my courage, goodness, and strength, and that is all I need, to make sure that harm doesn’t befall any of you.”

Vintasnah: She smiles a bit, but keeps her palm held out to you. “You are strong, and loyal, and though you may be strong enough to protect me, you do not have what it takes to protect me from what I need protection against… nor do you have the ability to call on my brethren without this… but you must choose your path.” Her hand hesitates, then falls to her side. She looks at it, a soft smile underneath the silent stream of tears. And as she turns from you, that is when you finally notice the scene playing out around you.

Vintasnah: [The walls, only seconds ago black, are now clear and incandescent: A crystal palace. Through them a city flourishes outside, the land a deep green, the fields awash with the many colours of nature at its best, not a dead or untended spot in the hundreds of thousands of acres and though it would appear hot outside a gentle wind keeps everything moving, everything at peace. The plants are such as have never been seen, not in your lifetime, at least. Oranges and yellows rise and fall on the hilltops. Within the crystalline castle two thrones rest even even with the crowd, and visible to all. A king in one and queen at his side. He is tall into the six foot range, burly, his body muscular, built, a warrior, a true man of his people. She is thin and graceful, though on guard and ready, her eyes always searching. Her long blonde hair graces the floor and her slender form does not reach above 5’4". They stand before their thrones, welcoming and open to all who would approach. From the back of the crowd a familiar figure steps forward, a crown placed upon her head. Sentisdeh. Her arms are graced with that of an infant child, all black hair and pale skin. A king stands at her side, built to match Sentisdeh’s strength and agility, but a human. On the far side another man approaches, a gilded crown with excessive amounts of jewels upon his brow. He is dressed as a soldier, a warrior King, a conquering King with Red curly hair fighting its way from beneath the crown and black eyes. They join and watch as their people unite from all corners of the world. The scene flickers and fades away. Instantly it is replaced. The Kingdom walls around you have darkened and the strong king who once stood noble at his throne is now curled over the body of his blonde haired queen. Her body is bloodied and broken as is his above her. She presses her hand to his cheek and her body in flurry bursts into the four winds, chaotically raging through the palace and out into the world. All that is left is a small yellow marble in the palm of his hand… This scene too does fade, as does all the light and hope that was carried with the first.

Rotenh Dal: “What happens to her, if it is consumed?”

Vintasnah: “This is not all of her, Rot. A good portion of her now lives and thrives in me. This is just the small part of her that she can give to you…”

Rotenh Dal: He looks down at the marble, and back up to Vintasnah. “What happens to her though? Have you taken some of her essense as well Vintasnah?”

Vintasnah: “She’s gone, Rot. Her life has always been my inheritance. I was born to take her place in this world. A task I freely accepted. This is all that is left of her.”

Rotenh Dal: “And you? Will this happen to you someday? Or, if I succeed, will you continue on? Will you get to have a life, husband, children? Is that a possibility for you, if I succeed where I’ve failed so many times?”

Vintasnah: “If I succeed I have the option of living a life as she once did. I have the option of death no matter what happens, but I don’t really die. I give up or lose this body, but my function as… as water never ends.”

Rotenh Dal: “And if I fail, what happens to you?”

Vintasnah: “Even I do not know that. No one does.”

Rotenh Dal: “Well then, seems that failure isn’t an option.” He smirks a bit, and opens his mouth, before popping the marble inside.

Vintasnah: [The marble instantly turns to liquid on your tongue, sweet on the way down, but followed by a slow burn. Like drinking liquid fire you can feel it settling into your stomach and then reaching out to the corners of your body. Everywhere you can feel the fluid moving through you, cleansing your insides. When the burn has passed, a coolness with sweep over you, fill you up and make you feel as if you had just quenched your thirst, a thirst you had never before even known of… and at your left wrist, a dull light cascades onto though your clothes, and when you look down, the familiar symbol for water will be set there, as if it had been there all your life.]

Vintasnah: End Session

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Session 19
Illusions The Elude

Session 19

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Vintasnah: [By nightfall you have made it into the desert. Here there is nothing. The two of you walk on and as the sun sets the two moons above you cast a florescent blue shine onto everything and everything is visible as day. Small creatures skitter by your feet and other than the few conversations that might be had between the two of you, there is only the sound of your feet crushing sand beneath.]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps a steady pace, doing his best to keep the sand in his shoes from annoying him too much. His gaze rakes over the blue-washed ocean of sand, taking in it’s beauty as the four footsteps echo over the endless expanse.

Vintasnah: [This journey would continue on into weeks. Almost three weeks in fact. The endless expanse has been endless. Hallucinations have been frequent during the day time: mirages. memories play out like movie reels across the desert ocean and slowly, piece by piece, Vintasnah has begun to recall some of her memories. Her purpose for being here, however, eludes her. And though she has discovered that she can be an endless source of water for the both of them, food has become less and even less of a necessity for her. Rot’s mind has been plagued with remnants of dreams he awakens to each day. Though none of them have been as severe as the first, each of them leaves a mark… takes a toll. Dreams of having children, a wife, the wife periodically changing from dream to dream, as well as the children. Sometimes he’s just as alone as he ever was. And Vintasnah shows up there too. Always present but always in the back ground with a group of three others. Each of them stand as broken figures, always on the edges of the dreams, unreachable.]

Rotenh Dal: Doing his best to keep the mental torment he goes through, he treks alongside Vintasnah through the desert. Periodically glancing down to the paper that was stashed in his pocket, so he keeps his goal set in his mind, never veering from the path, and talking less and less, as the burden becomes greater and greater upon him.

Vintasnah: “You have been quiet, Rot… For a few days now. Are you alright? Are you thirsty or anything…?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I’m not thirsty. Just have a headache is all.”

Vintasnah: “A- a what?”

Rotenh Dal: “My head hurts.”

Vintasnah: “Why?”

Rotenh Dal: “I don’t know. Bad dreams, thinking too much.”

Vintasnah: She look up at you, concerned, worried, her brows furrowed together. As she’s about to say something else… Roll a reflex

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4

Rotenh Dal: 10

Rotenh Dal: ><

Vintasnah: laaaaawwwwwwwwl

Rotenh Dal: ( I know right? The first one I’ve ever botched. )

Vintasnah: [As Vintasnah attempts to start a comment she is interrupted, as you are from hearing her. Even as you look forward, the expanse seemingly empty, your foot catches on a stone. Not just any stone, a brick. You fall forward gracelessly and land on your chest onto another smaller brick behind that one, knocking the breath out of your lungs, a sharp pain now courseing through your chest cavity].

Vintasnah: “ROT!” Vintasnah watches as you fall but is too slow to do a thing about it. She runs to your side and trips over another brick, rolling to her side, but quickly getting back up, unscathed. “Are you alright?!”

Rotenh Dal: “HrmphH!” He grunts and rolls onto his back, his hands grasping at his diaphram, as he fights to take another breath. “Damnit, where the hell did these damn bricks come from!?”

Vintasnah: [Even as you look where your feet are you can just barely make out the bricks. They are in fact, almost invisible. The light that beams down upon them seemingly cast no shadows and even from where you lay you cannot make out the brick that Vintasnah tripped over. All around you there seems to be only dirt].

Vintasnah: “I-I don’t know! I can’t even… where did they go?”

Rotenh Dal: “Mmph damned illusions. One moment.” He draws his gaze over the ground, and flicks on the little simalcrum of a switch in his mind, that allows him to see the outline of magical auras, scanning the area for the illusions he knows are hiding the bricks, and likely surrounding structures.

Vintasnah: [The illusion is small, faint, but there. This particular illusion merely bends the light in such a fashion as to hide the objects. And all around, the city becomes visible. Tower arches built from stone bricks stand magnanimous above you, fallen pillars scattered from end to end, the shattered city almost as long and far as the horizon itself. Eveything old, everything broken, left to rot away of its own accord, sunbeaten and weather worn].

Rotenh Dal: “Oh gods.. do you see this Vintasnah?” He speaks in wonder, as he draws upwards, and walks in a small circle, taking in the expanse of the dead forgotten city surrounding him.

Vintasnah: “See what? It’s just a desert. There’s nothing here.”

Rotenh Dal: “No, but there is. Look past the monotony. The light is bent, but if you concentrate, you can see it. It’s morbid, but beautiful.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t think… I can’t…” she stares at the desert for a moment… and a moment longer, concentrates on looking past it, into it. And there… there it is. She gasps, “Rot! What… what is this place?”

Rotenh Dal: “I have no clue Vintasnah.. But this desert hasn’t always been here. It’s very possible, that it’s from before the desert formed..”

Vintasnah: “But… have you never heard of it?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I haven’t.”

Vintasnah: “Well… what now?”

Vintasnah: She starts walking towards the great arches, her ciuriousity getting the best of her. She wanders around the visible edges and then through the arches, into the great city.

Rotenh Dal: He steps into place behind her, keeping a look out, as they wander through the city, wonder evident in his features, at standing structures, being this old, and obviously abandoned.

Vintasnah: She leads you deeper into the city, her amazement outweighing her caution. So much so, that even she jumped at the sound of the voice some distance from the both of you.

Vintasnah: [“Hullo there.” a stale voice, older, worn.]

Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit in turn, suddenly turning around, towards the voice, his brows raised high, and his hands extended, ready to produce a pair of needles at a moments notice. “Umm.. hello?”

Vintasnah: [“Hullo to you, boy. And girl, I see. Or do I?” from behind a pillar an elder man with shoulder length hair, silver, and eyes to match steps out.

Rotenh Dal: “Well, not conventionally, it looks like..” He mutters the words out, as he looks into the man’s dead eyes. “Who are you?”

Vintasnah: [[Did you ever read the missive?]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Yess, but I’ll have to look for the name on it. ))

Vintasnah: [[I can’t remember it either. Lol, hold on.]]

Vintasnah: Thris’farh of Den’haviir

Rotenh Dal: ((How the hell was I supposed to remember that!? X})

Vintasnah: XD very carefully

Vintasnah: ["Now, that depends on who you’re looking for, since no one can exactly roam into this place, and on how kind you’ll be to an “unconventional” blind man…" She smiles a bit.]

Vintasnah: He*

Rotenh Dal: ((Very unconventional apparently! buahahaha)

Vintasnah: [[X] he’s my fav.]]

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hand down to his pocket, and pulls the note from it. “Well I don’t suppose this Thris’Farh fellow might have some seeing problems?”

Vintasnah: [“Thris’Farh, eh? No he can see just fine. What you need ’im for?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Going gardening. Got to cut up some roots or some other such nonsense.”

Vintasnah: [“If you’re looking for Thris’Farh, boy, then you’ve come to dig up roots, not plant them.”]

Vintasnah: [“Let me see the missive in your hand.”]

Vintasnah: [He stretches his hand out to you, the other resting on a very plain wooden cane].

Rotenh Dal: “Isn’t a large part of gardening, cutting out the weeds by the roots, so the less unsavory herbs can bloom?” He puts the hand with the missive outwards, and awaits the man to take it.

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Rotenh Dal: He presses back firmly against her lips, his hands sliding over her body, as her legs wrap around, and the wonderfulness of the embrace, is countered by the pain, pressing and burning within him, with a gasp, he breaks from the kiss, and rolls away onto the ground, curling and groaning in pain, as it roils through his body.

Vintasnah: She rolls from you, landing on her back and after a small gasp escapes her lips so does the sudden and unexplainable laughter. The pain within you, as if reacting to that laughter jerks and wrenches inside of you. Though you might open your eyes your vision is blurred, and though you might cry out you are only answered by that laugh. Below you, the ground begins to shake sporadically. “You see that Rot? I’m already inside of you. A part of you. You let me in just like that, and now… Now you’ll be whoever we want you to be. You’ll be a murderer. It’s what you’re good at, Rot. You’re loyal to the cause.” You feel her hand press your cheek, her voice unnaturally crisp and cold. “You’ll kill her, and all the rest. Take them into you like you took me. You’ll be a hero, Rot. My champion, like you were always meant to be.” The voice, sounding disembodied to your ears, though it comes from Vintasnah’s form does not any longer sound like Vintasnah speaking. Rather a familiar voice… sultry and seductive. But above that you hear a dull screaming. A crying. A truly disembodied voice calling out to you as the world around you shakes into nothing.

Rotenh Dal: (Wow…. Is that the end of this session-ette?)

Vintasnah: [Lol, it does not have to be as long as you don’t mind me being a little delayed. I can do all this during commercials and then continue on more fluid like after ten. At least that was my plan. _]

Rotenh Dal: (That works, just gah, epic.)

Vintasnah: [[Lawl, really?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Well yeah, though for a few moments there, I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not you’d been reading the book of Erotic Fantasy. X}))

Vintasnah: [[lawlawlawlawl. No not at all. Just wanted to catch you really off guard. Thought that would do the trick. So you game for keeping on with it?]]

Rotenh Dal: (Sure thing, after I grab something to eat.)

Rotenh Dal: (Scratch that, I’m ordering pizza.)

Vintasnah: XD awesome

Rotenh Dal: As the voice begins to echo in his mind, he uses it as an anchor to set himself, figuratively reaching out and latching on to that bit of taunting reality, he draws towards it, his voice growling out in defiance, and pain. “You don’t have that power over me, I’ll not be your puppet. BEGONE!” He growls out against the voice, the pull, the power, and the unsettling screams reaching him from somewhere beyond.

Vintasnah: “You’re right, Rot. You’ll be my equal. My everything. You could save the world, Rot. You’ll save the world.” The dream shatters with the last shake, the last promise given from the form that was not Vintasnah. Her voice echos in your ears in the black that is the empty place where dreams are formed and broken. You are only there for a second before you are ripped out of it. On your shoulders are two small hands and in your ears Vintasnah’s voice rings true, calling out your name.

Rotenh Dal: He groans, as the blackness begins to fade away, giving way towards the glaring brightness of reality, his eyes crack open, and look up towards Vintasnah, pushing up against the hands on his shoulders, as he attempts to get himself resituated. He blinks and shakes his head, storing the words away to think on at another time. “Vintasnah? Are you okay?”

Vintasnah: The shaking stops. “ROT?! i-i-i-i I’m fine! Are you… are you okay?” She’s speaking through the tears, her fingers clutched so tight on your shoulders it hurts.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hands up to rest atop her own, nodding lightly as he attempts to get her to stop shaking him. “I’m fine, I’m alright, just stop shaking me please.”

Vintasnah: “Oh.. oh!” She lets go quickly and jerks her hands from your shoulders. “What happened? I was sleeping and you started talking.. and you were crying and then, then it got quiet but suddenly you started screaming and I couldn’t get you to stop and I-I- you just… you wouldn’t wake up.”

Rotenh Dal: He shakes his head, and rubs back and forth over his face, frowning a bit at the realization that absolutely all of it was a dream. “Ah, well just a really weird and scary dream. I hope it’s nothing.”

Vintasnah: “Are you sure?! Rot, you- you started glowing purple! PURPLE!” The panic in her voice is reminiscent of a scared mother.

Rotenh Dal: “When the hell did that happen?”

Vintasnah: “A few minutes ago, after you went quiet. It hurt to touch you, but I had to wake you up…”

Vintasnah: Roll a spot.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2

Rotenh Dal: 5, I think.

Vintasnah: Lol, nope.

Rotenh Dal: It’s 2 actually. No wis bonus.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his gaze down, to examine the girl’s hands.

Vintasnah: nice catch

Rotenh Dal: ((I’m good.))

Vintasnah: [As you look at her hands you’ll notice burn marks, as if she had stuck her hands into a fire. No scorch marks, just the scars now making the skin of her palms bubbly and bumpy. The burns are hard to look at without feeling the pain of it yourself but in some places you can already see it healing, unnaturally fast].

Rotenh Dal: He bares his teeth a bit as he looks at the wounds, his gaze moving back up to look into Vintasnah’s eyes. "If you ever see me glowing again, do your best to restrain me with your powers. If that doesn’t work, I want you to run, okay?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “Well, its not going to kill me or anything it just stung a bit… I know you didn’t mean to. I mean, you didn’t want my help at first… but.. then you let me. And that’s when you woke up. And it’s… it’s okay now right?”

Rotenh Dal: ‘For now, yes, but I don’t want to risk anything happening in the future." He glances away, and up towards the sky, checking to see if the sun is rising yet.

Vintasnah: [It is in fact, the sun hitting the desert sand casting an orange glow over the land around you, a hazy light cascading into the green plush grass at your fingertips].

Vintasnah: Vintasnha nods at you, unsure of what to do at this point. She woke you up. You’re alive and not hurting anymore. And yet, she was useless to aid you.. and that fact stands evident in her features.

Rotenh Dal: He stands upwards, and stretches out his sore muscles, before working to break camp, glancing over to Vintasnah, he gives her a comforting little smile. “Come on, we should get moving. We’ve got a long way to go yet.”

Vintasnah: “…” She stares up at you and nods in agreement. She stands to her feet, not using her hands to help her rise. She stands up from her knees and follows at your heels. "Where are we going…?

Vintasnah: "*

Rotenh Dal: “To the center of the desert. We’ve got somebody to meet there.”

Vintasnah: “That… that’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t.. I forgot.”

Rotenh Dal: “It’s fine. We’ve all got alot on our minds.” He finishes packing, before turning around, giving one last worried glance to Vintasnah’s palms. “You ready?”

Vintasnah: “Yes.”
[The day is long, hot is nothing else. Vintasnah follows at your side making every side step you make, every skip or move that you make. If any conversation is to be had she talks along, being as merry as she is able. By the end of the day the scars on her hands have almost gone and even she doesn’t realize it until nightfall.

Vintasnah: …

Vintasnah: The ground below you is sand and dust, the remnants of what was once a lush and fertile continent. Here, nothing lives].

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Vintasnah: [By nightfall you have made it into the desert. Here there is nothing. The two of you walk on and as the sun sets the two moons above you cast a florescent blue shine onto everything and everything is visible as day. Small creatures skitter by your feet and other than the few conversations that might be had between the two of you, there is only the sound of your feet crushing sand beneath.]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps a steady pace, doing his best to keep the sand in his shoes from annoying him too much. His gaze rakes over the blue-washed ocean of sand, taking in it’s beauty as the four footsteps echo over the endless expanse.

Vintasnah: [This journey would continue on into weeks. Almost three weeks in fact. The endless expanse has been endless. Hallucinations have been frequent during the day time: mirages. memories play out like movie reels across the desert ocean and slowly, piece by piece, Vintasnah has begun to recall some of her memories. Her purpose for being here, however, eludes her. And though she has discovered that she can be an endless source of water for the both of them, food has become less and even less of a necessity for her. Rot’s mind has been plagued with remnants of dreams he awakens to each day. Though none of them have been as severe as the first, each of them leaves a mark… takes a toll. Dreams of having children, a wife, the wife periodically changing from dream to dream, as well as the children. Sometimes he’s just as alone as he ever was. And Vintasnah shows up there too. Always present but always in the back ground with a group of three others. Each of them stand as broken figures, always on the edges of the dreams, unreachable.]

Rotenh Dal: Doing his best to keep the mental torment he goes through, he treks alongside Vintasnah through the desert. Periodically glancing down to the paper that was stashed in his pocket, so he keeps his goal set in his mind, never veering from the path, and talking less and less, as the burden becomes greater and greater upon him.

Vintasnah: “You have been quiet, Rot… For a few days now. Are you alright? Are you thirsty or anything…?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I’m not thirsty. Just have a headache is all.”

Vintasnah: “A- a what?”

Rotenh Dal: “My head hurts.”

Vintasnah: “Why?”

Rotenh Dal: “I don’t know. Bad dreams, thinking too much.”

Vintasnah: She look up at you, concerned, worried, her brows furrowed together. As she’s about to say something else… Roll a reflex

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4

Rotenh Dal: 10

Rotenh Dal: ><

Vintasnah: laaaaawwwwwwwwl

Rotenh Dal: ( I know right? The first one I’ve ever botched. )

Vintasnah: [As Vintasnah attempts to start a comment she is interrupted, as you are from hearing her. Even as you look forward, the expanse seemingly empty, your foot catches on a stone. Not just any stone, a brick. You fall forward gracelessly and land on your chest onto another smaller brick behind that one, knocking the breath out of your lungs, a sharp pain now courseing through your chest cavity].

Vintasnah: “ROT!” Vintasnah watches as you fall but is too slow to do a thing about it. She runs to your side and trips over another brick, rolling to her side, but quickly getting back up, unscathed. “Are you alright?!”

Rotenh Dal: “HrmphH!” He grunts and rolls onto his back, his hands grasping at his diaphram, as he fights to take another breath. “Damnit, where the hell did these damn bricks come from!?”

Vintasnah: [Even as you look where your feet are you can just barely make out the bricks. They are in fact, almost invisible. The light that beams down upon them seemingly cast no shadows and even from where you lay you cannot make out the brick that Vintasnah tripped over. All around you there seems to be only dirt].

Vintasnah: “I-I don’t know! I can’t even… where did they go?”

Rotenh Dal: “Mmph damned illusions. One moment.” He draws his gaze over the ground, and flicks on the little simalcrum of a switch in his mind, that allows him to see the outline of magical auras, scanning the area for the illusions he knows are hiding the bricks, and likely surrounding structures.

Vintasnah: [The illusion is small, faint, but there. This particular illusion merely bends the light in such a fashion as to hide the objects. And all around, the city becomes visible. Tower arches built from stone bricks stand magnanimous above you, fallen pillars scattered from end to end, the shattered city almost as long and far as the horizon itself. Eveything old, everything broken, left to rot away of its own accord, sunbeaten and weather worn].

Rotenh Dal: “Oh gods.. do you see this Vintasnah?” He speaks in wonder, as he draws upwards, and walks in a small circle, taking in the expanse of the dead forgotten city surrounding him.

Vintasnah: “See what? It’s just a desert. There’s nothing here.”

Rotenh Dal: “No, but there is. Look past the monotony. The light is bent, but if you concentrate, you can see it. It’s morbid, but beautiful.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t think… I can’t…” she stares at the desert for a moment… and a moment longer, concentrates on looking past it, into it. And there… there it is. She gasps, “Rot! What… what is this place?”

Rotenh Dal: “I have no clue Vintasnah.. But this desert hasn’t always been here. It’s very possible, that it’s from before the desert formed..”

Vintasnah: “But… have you never heard of it?”

Rotenh Dal: “No, I haven’t.”

Vintasnah: “Well… what now?”

Vintasnah: She starts walking towards the great arches, her ciuriousity getting the best of her. She wanders around the visible edges and then through the arches, into the great city.

Rotenh Dal: He steps into place behind her, keeping a look out, as they wander through the city, wonder evident in his features, at standing structures, being this old, and obviously abandoned.

Vintasnah: She leads you deeper into the city, her amazement outweighing her caution. So much so, that even she jumped at the sound of the voice some distance from the both of you.

Vintasnah: [“Hullo there.” a stale voice, older, worn.]

Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit in turn, suddenly turning around, towards the voice, his brows raised high, and his hands extended, ready to produce a pair of needles at a moments notice. “Umm.. hello?”

Vintasnah: [“Hullo to you, boy. And girl, I see. Or do I?” from behind a pillar an elder man with shoulder length hair, silver, and eyes to match steps out.

Rotenh Dal: “Well, not conventionally, it looks like..” He mutters the words out, as he looks into the man’s dead eyes. “Who are you?”

Vintasnah: [[Did you ever read the missive?]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Yess, but I’ll have to look for the name on it. ))

Vintasnah: [[I can’t remember it either. Lol, hold on.]]

Vintasnah: Thris’farh of Den’haviir

Rotenh Dal: ((How the hell was I supposed to remember that!? X})

Vintasnah: XD very carefully

Vintasnah: ["Now, that depends on who you’re looking for, since no one can exactly roam into this place, and on how kind you’ll be to an “unconventional” blind man…" She smiles a bit.]

Vintasnah: He*

Rotenh Dal: ((Very unconventional apparently! buahahaha)

Vintasnah: [[X] he’s my fav.]]

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hand down to his pocket, and pulls the note from it. “Well I don’t suppose this Thris’Farh fellow might have some seeing problems?”

Vintasnah: [“Thris’Farh, eh? No he can see just fine. What you need ’im for?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Going gardening. Got to cut up some roots or some other such nonsense.”

Vintasnah: [“If you’re looking for Thris’Farh, boy, then you’ve come to dig up roots, not plant them.”]

Vintasnah: [“Let me see the missive in your hand.”]

Vintasnah: [He stretches his hand out to you, the other resting on a very plain wooden cane].

Rotenh Dal: “Isn’t a large part of gardening, cutting out the weeds by the roots, so the less unsavory herbs can bloom?” He puts the hand with the missive outwards, and awaits the man to take it.

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Vintasnah: [“Depends on what’s trying to grow there, and who’s doing all the planting and uprooting, now doesn’t it?” He steps forward lightly on his feet and takes the letter from your hands. “Good gods that’s loud… Surprised it hasn’t given her an absolute headache…” He holds the missive in front of his face and up a bit. “Ah. There it is.” Releasing the cane, which stands up straight even at his release, appears to pinch a spot just above the paper and pull. As he pulls a long florescent green string comes out of the letter and floats in the air. He drops the letter to the ground, which then turns to powder, and the green thread exapands, twists, and forms lines of literature in the air. He nods, a sort of old man scowl reaching his face, a smile, and then a stern look…].

Rotenh Dal: “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

Vintasnah: [“Who’s blind now, hm?” The elder man looks to you and back to the writing in the air.]

Rotenh Dal: “I.. don’t have an answer to that.” He just looks up, and glances over the floating green writing.

Vintasnah: [“That’s alright. I wasn’t expecting one… Well, Mr. Rotenh Dal. Looks like you are in quite a bit of trouble, now aren’t you?”]

Rotenh Dal: “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

Vintasnah: [The green lettering falls away into the ground below, a hazy glow that dissipates eventually. “Ironically, enough, my boy.. You are indeed quite used to it. Come, let us get inside and have ourselves a good chat.”]

Rotenh Dal: "Ah yes..

Rotenh Dal: " He glances about all the empty buildings and archways. “So, do we just pick any abandoned hovel, or do you have one with a bit of interior design?”

Vintasnah: [Pffft! Ha! Oh, I’m going to like you, I can tell." He wanders over to one of the few remaining pillars that though weather beaten, stands straight and tall. His hand touches the base of the pillar and finally rests on a spot. He pushes lightly and a grinding noise follows. Brick by large brick, a doorway is formed in the side of the massive pillar. And inside, a spiral stair case going down. He ushers you in before he turns to make sure the bricks, controlled by strange mechanics reset the stones into their resting place.]

Vintasnah: [[And I’m going to end it here, so I can sleep].

Rotenh Dal: ((Alright! Awesome! I like old blind truespeaker man!))

Vintasnah: lol, he’s pretty neat.

((Part 2))

Vintasnah: We’re just going to pick up right where we left off and I’ll leave it up to you on whether or not we want to count this is a part 2 or a whole new session.

Vintasnah: [Pffft! Ha! Oh, I’m going to like you, I can tell." He wanders over to one of the few remaining pillars that though weather beaten, stands straight and tall. His hand touches the base of the pillar and finally rests on a spot. He pushes lightly and a grinding noise follows. Brick by large brick, a doorway is formed in the side of the massive pillar. And inside, a spiral stair case going down. He ushers you in before he turns to make sure the bricks, controlled by strange mechanics reset the stones into their resting place.]

Rotenh Dal: (Part 2 works)

Rotenh Dal: “I have to say, I’ve never seen anything quite like this..” He speaks distractedly, as he steps down to revealed spiral staircase, his gaze glued to the building around him, taking all of the old architecture, and staring in a lack of comprehension at the various mechanical bits that he sees here and there.

Vintasnah: [“I certainly hope not. This has been buried here for centuries…” He follows you down the staircase, Vintasnah in awe of every little thing she sees. Along the walls images spiral downwards, ancient hyroglyphs, and corresponding decorative etchings.]

Rotenh Dal: “Around seven centuries?” He wonders aloud, as he descends the steps, glancing over all the little pictues upon the walls, likely pertaining to a language forgotten long ago.

Vintasnah: ["That’

Vintasnah: [[I hate you enter button…]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Buahaha)

Vintasnah: [He scoffs. “Indeed it was. I suppose you’d be the expert, eh?”]

Rotenh Dal: He laughs and shakes his head a bit. “I suppose so.” He reaches out, trailing his fingers along the wall, searching out any marks that he might recognize from another time.

Vintasnah: [“Well it would be about damn time now wouldn’t it?” The walk down seems never ending and quite dizzying. In reality the walk takes almost twenty minutes straight down. Thris’Farh keeps up with you, hobbling behind you on his cane, and Vintasnah saunters on in quiet anticipation. And for your troubles, you are both rewarded. Below you, an opening in front of the last step becomes visible to you from above; through the opening the sounds of a city beckoning you home. When you finally reach the opening, a city as large in width, though only half as large in height (though still towering) and almost a complete replica of the kingdom above ground stands before you. Centuries of construction and planning, a vision from the gods, whole and evident before you.]

Rotenh Dal: “Huh.. much less roots than the last one, looks like.” He steps forward, his eyes wide as he takes in the site of the sprawling city all around him, his hand moving up to allow him to rub his eyes, and adjust from the gloomy walk downstairs.

Vintasnah: [He mumbles something under his breath and brushes past you. “Damn kids…” looking to Vintasnah, “Except you that is.” He laughs a hearty laugh, a joke that only he was privy to enjoy. “Come on.” He leads you through a large city entrance, no walls, but enough buildings and bazaars to keep any one person busy and interested for days. He trails through the city another twenty minutes, cutting through somewhere in the general direction of the city center and veering off to the right towards the outskirts of the city near the cavern walls. When once you reach it, he takes you into his home. A small little single roomed house carved out of the inside of the cavern wall, windows and all. Inside is a cot stuffed full of fresh hay on the floor, pots and odds and ends, a small pit and handmade wares. “I’m hungry. You hungry? Yeah, me too. Alright sit down, be back in a moment.”]

Vintasnah: [He leaves].

Rotenh Dal: “Well, this is a suprising turn of events.” He comments, as he walks a circuit around the house, his hands trailing across the various objects, taking in the sights of the old man’s home, keeping his mind busy.

Vintasnah: “I don’t really know what to think of this.” She too is poking around things, prodding everything within reach of where she sits. “I don’t really even know why we’re here. I don’t get anything anymore. Not that I ever really did.” Her brows furrow together, annoyance apparent in her features.

Rotenh Dal: “We’re here to make the world a safer place for people marked by whatever the little dots are.” He moves back to take a seat at the table, leaning back, he draws his arm out, and examines the little red dot upon it, before drawing both hands, to rest the back of his head in his palms.

Vintasnah: She turns and looks at you, one of her eyebrows quirked up, her lip quirked in the same fashion: disbelief. “Say what?”

Vintasnah: lol, memeber, she basically slept through EVERYTHING XD.

Rotenh Dal: “Huh? Oh I had forgotten you were sleeping. Okay, well there are a bunch of people, yourself and I included, marked with these little red dots. They’re called the Orphans of something or another, and they’re hunted by a secret group of individuals, looking to exterminate them. I understand that I’m here, so that I can take out the roots of that organization, and destroy it from the core.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t believe that.”

Rotenh Dal: "Why not?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “…because you don’t care…”

Rotenh Dal: His brow draws upwards, and he rights himself in his chair, confusion evident on his features. “How’s that?”

Vintasnah: “You just called them the Orphans of something or other. Isn’t it- I mean- I just- … I remember my Dad. I remember he had to leave once and my Mom wouldn’t let him. He was so… passionate. Someone was fighting, or something, and he wanted to help stop it. It was all he talked about for days until my Mom said he could go. You… you aren’t like that.”

Rotenh Dal: "You remember your father??

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “N-n-n-not alot. Just a little bit…”

Rotenh Dal: “Well, I’d like to hear what you remember, if you’d like to tell me.” He leans forward on the table, moving to rest his chin in his hands, as he eyes Vintasnah.

Vintasnah: [“Alright! Found some…thing whatever this is and it’s edible! And ready made, so eat up!” he storms in through the door, Vintasnah about falls over as he slams the door open and closed again. He panders over to the table where he sets down a large clay plate filled with some various berries, leafy foods, and some sort of steaming meat. He plops down in a chair and starts in with his hands].

Rotenh Dal: He grunts a bit, as he’s interrupted from the new information. He mutters his thanks to the man, before dishing out a portion for himself and Vintasnah. He eyes the bare-handed eating style for a moment, frowning at his own dusty fingers, and then suddenly smirks. He gives Vintasnah a wink, as he produces two needles, and begins using the makeshift utensils to eat.

Vintasnah: [The old man about spits his food out at the site of the needles and coughs for a moment. “Good gods! What now?! What’s the matter with your hands, eh?” Vintasnah stares at him like a little girl that just got in trouble for breaking something she didn’t break].

Rotenh Dal: “They’re covered in dirt from the road..”

Vintasnah: [“Little dirt is good for ya.” He eyes you.]

Rotenh Dal: “Actually, there isn’t anything at all nutritious about it..”

Vintasnah: [“I beg to differ. I’m still here. Quite healthy I’d like to add.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Suppose you can’t argue with results..” He grunts, and picks up a leaf with a dusty thumb and forefinger, before taking a bite, sticking his tongue out a bit, at the dirt still attached, makin geverything quite dry for the first bite or so.

Vintasnah: [He lets our a hearty laugh that fills the house with an inexplicable sort of joy. Slapping his hand down on the table (making Vinny jump along with the plate of food) he attempts to speak through the laughter and succinct tears but can’t manage to speak and laugh at the same time].

Rotenh Dal: He gives Vintasnah a “Are we here with a crazy man?” look as the laughter booms through the house.

Vintasnah: [He slows to a stop and finally gets out, “You always were a pissant. Hehe, oh gods. Alright well, down to business and work and all that stuff that keeps us going in life…” He moves back from the table and slowly lowers himself to the ground in front of his pit. “Come on then.”

Vintasnah: [[Sry, brianna decided she was going to empty out the attic. X.x]]

Rotenh Dal: “I’m sorry, have we met?” He rises from the table, grabbing a piece of meat to nibble, as he draws down to sit across from the old man.

Rotenh Dal: ((really? A little early to set up the christmas tree))

Vintasnah: [[LOL. I wish! No, she’s organinzing for packing all her shat for when she moves. That and she’s finally realized that we’re organized horders. Lol. It’s gonna be a good night.]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Terrifying. When’s she leaving? ))

Vintasnah: [[No idea, sry. The worst and funniest thing you ever want to hear when someone is cleaning out an attic is, “OHGAWD! uhhh, AH! The fender fell off! Ohhhuuuh We can fix that!”]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Something other than cars have fenders?))

Vintasnah: [[Lol, it was a model car my dad hed built like ten years ago.]]

Vintasnah: Anyway!

Rotenh Dal: ((Thaaaat explains it))

Vintasnah: Vintasnah follows, sitting quietly and concerned across from Rot next to the elder man. He looks from her and back to you, “I don’t know you personally. But you should know you well enough, shouldn’t ya?”

Rotenh Dal: “Ah.. not really?”

Vintasnah: [“No? You don’t know you?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Less and less lately.”

Vintasnah: “AH! Well in this case less is more. The less you know of you who are right now the more you know of who you were. You’ve been having dreams lately, yes? Don’t even answer, I already know. Been seeing weird things, children, women, tons of faces, none of them familiar? That’s what happens to recycled souls. It happens to the best of us son. With you, however, yours have been a bit forced and so you’re coming into them much too fast, too harsh, and sooner or late you’re either going to snap or forget who you are completely.”]

Rotenh Dal: “What.. the hell?”

Rotenh Dal: “Okay, think later.. What do you mean it was forced?”

Vintasnah: [“HAHA, even hell itself has nothing on you Rotenh Dal. Now. Facts. Fact 1. You are old. Seven centuries old, in fact. Your soul is, your body is new and young as are the memories that come with it. Fact 2. Your soul carries memories with it and those memories are resurfacing right now in an attempt to reach you. They have been at bay for these many years because you have not been needed until now. Fact 3. You aren’t ready. You’re weak, indignant, careful but lacking in true wisdom. Ever since your little adventure years ago you’ve been a little like an odor on the wind. Carried wherever the wind blows without purpose, reason, or ryhme. Following?”]

Rotenh Dal: “Well I think you could have used a better euphanism than an odor, but other than that, I follow.”

Vintasnah: [“Nope, it’s perfect. you’re like a smell the Universe can’t seem to get out of its nostrils. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is up to you and the choices you make in the upcoming year.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Really now? Well what sort of choices should I be steering toward then?”

Vintasnah: [“Listen, I’m here to train you up, tell you who you are, who you’ve been, but what you do with all that is up to you. I’ve got nothing to do with that.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Very well then. Is there any special reason why my particular scent can’t seem to dissipate?”

Vintasnah: [“That… is a very long history lesson that I’m too tired to go into right now. Tomorrow I’ll give you the long of it. For now, the short of it is this: You died prematurely. The gods, however, had given you a purpose that you were not able to fullfill in your lifetime. Lifetimes in some cases. You’ve been re-awakened a few times. Each time you’ve failed. Though,” he casts his eyes to the pit, “not ever incident could have been stopped.” He looks back up but towards Vintasnah. He smiles at her and pushing up off the ground wanders over to his bed. “Sleep now. The floor is yours. We’ll talk in the morning if you’re still here.”]

Rotenh Dal: “If the morning promises to fill me in with more information, I’m quite sure the circumstances will see to it that I’m not here at all.” He rises up, and settles back into a chair, his arms crossing over his chest as he ruminates upon what he’s learned.

Vintasnah: [He scoffs from his bed, rolls over, and falls asleep. Vintasnah on the other hand hasn’t moved. Nor has she been able to take her eyes of you this entire time. Awestruck and baffled she watches you and your every mood.]

Rotenh Dal: He grinds his teeth quietly, as he leans back in his chair, his eyes restlessly flicking over the various parts of the room, not focusing on anything for long, doing his best to not focus on anything else, in order to keep everything from sinking in just yet.

Vintasnah: “Rot…?”

Rotenh Dal: “Hmm?”

Vintasnah: “…”

Rotenh Dal: “What is it?”

Rotenh Dal: He looks down, his dark blue eyes focusing on the girl.

Vintasnah: “…You… you’re old.”

Rotenh Dal: “Looks like it.”

Vintasnah: All she can do is stare at you. There’s a lack of words, a lack of something. She knows what to say, she knows what to do, but it’s as if there’s no way to do it, no way to say- And suddenly the words are there. “Heshii en delde` areh.” She smiles up at you, a pathetic smile but one that shows her pride.

Rotenh Dal: He just stares back for his part, watching the various ideas and thoughts flick across her features, before the words leave her lips. He stares for a moment, and just chuckles softly. “I’m sure whatever you said was very thoughtful, but I didn’t understand a word of it” Despite everything, a smile lifts his expression for a moment.

Vintasnah: “I can’t even translate it. But I know it. Somewhere in here.” She points to her face, indicating her mind. Her memories. “We’re the same. We both know lots of things, we just don’t know we know them.”

Rotenh Dal: “Hah, yes, I guess we are pretty much the same. Hell of alot of good it does us now eh?”

Rotenh Dal: He smirks at the cruel irony, and draws his hand up to rub over his eyelids.

Vintasnah: “Well, it has to doesn’t it? Why else would we be here?” She looks down at the ground, all hope and joy stripped from her features. She wants to be happy, but what for? Her mother left her here and she can’t remember why.

Rotenh Dal: “To fix whats gone wrong. It’s likely a joyless thankless task, but if we don’t this is just going to happen again and again, apparently.”

Vintasnah: It takes a moment, but right one cue those tears well up in her eyes and before she even knows she’s crying the tears are silently slipping down her face in two trails. Even as she cries her form becomes more transparent, her skin ripples, and like the rain she collapses into a puddle of water on the ground that dissolves just as quickly into the clay earth.

Vintasnah: on*

Rotenh Dal: He looks away as she starts crying, not really wanting to deal with that bit of emotional upheaval just yet. After a few moments, he looks back, just intime to see her liquidate and evaporate. “Vinny! Damnit come back here!”

Vintasnah: ["WHAT is all the yelling ABOUT?!

Vintasnah: ]

Rotenh Dal: “Shut up and help me find her.” He draws forward, flicking that little mental switch, that turns on his ability to see magical auras and trails, doing his best to track the trail of Vintasnah, after her dissappearance."

Rotenh Dal: (Sans the last quotation mark)

Vintasnah: [He rolls over in his bed and looks at you, the floor, you and then laughs. "Wow… You’re good. Did you use your best line to make her do that or do all the women just “faint” when you speak." He sighs. “I bet she doesn’t even know she could do that. I wouldn’t worry, she’ll be back when she knows how to reform. Comes with the territory.” He rolls back over and falls back to sleep. Seemingly so.]

Rotenh Dal: His jaw clenches in anger, as the man just shrugs off the situation as if it’s nothing. Frustration and anger war within him, as he impotently looks around the room, incapable of doing anything to bring her back.

Vintasnah: No trails or anything, btw

Rotenh Dal: ((Figured.))

Vintasnah: [Another sigh comes from the bed. “Now see, if you would be a little more like that and little less, ‘we come we eat we live we die and we get nothing for it’ she might have stayed around. Bet that’s why she left the first time too, isn’t it?” He never turns around or even indicates how he knows what he knows.]

Rotenh Dal: “The two situations are vastly different. We’ve both just learned that neither one of us are what we think, how was I supposed to react? How was I supposed to be any other way? I can’t just act the way I act when she’s in trouble whenever she isn’t, it’s a reaction that I’m quite incapable of fabricating this sort of action. Now, if you don’t have anything useful to say, shut up.”

Vintasnah: “No they aren’t. Don’t use your situation as a cover either. Fact is. The first time she left you, you hurt her. Her feelings to exact. Simple and childish but real. You hurt her feelings this time too by telling her that you were both here for thankless joyless reasons. Good job, Rot. Good job, Merrick. Good job, Finneh’us, and the other seven centuries worth of wretched woe is me and my life vagabonds!” And like that his body bursts into a cloud of sand and dust, scattered and left to fall to pieces gracefully to the ground].

Vintasnah: End Session.

Vintasnah: to be*

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Session 18
This Dream Could Kill You

Session 18

Vintasnah: [You awake after your dream, all sweat and beating heart. The sun has yet to rise, Sentisdeh sleeps peacefully by you and nothing else stirs. The images are still vividly on repeat in your mind. No matter what you do they seemingly play on repeat].

Rotenh Dal: He draws upwards, raking his hands through his hair, his eyes wide open as he looks around the out-of-place calmness of the camp. Slowly, he comes to a standing position, busying himself with foraging a bit around the campsight, looking at and identifying herbs, for no other reason than to keep himself busy.

Vintasnah: The noise, though subtle is constant and Vintasnah awakens to the sound of it. She does not stir, nor does she motion to you. Instead she calmly watches you pander about.

Rotenh Dal: He draws an herb up from the earth, to his nostrils, breathing in deeply it’s scent, it flows through his mind, bringing back memories of his old life, calmly constructing tisanes and antidotes, creating mixtures, giving easy massages, working with needles, a long golden needle, the crown of the would be king, assaults his vision, the gory coronation he oversaw personally, a flash of power, pulsing through him, infusing him with something.. He jumps back, as all those things assault his mind at once, dropping the herb to the ground, as he runs his hand over his eyes, hearing the echo of “Whoareyou?” over and over in his troubled thoughts.

Vintasnah: From behind you: “Who are you?”

Rotenh Dal: His brows furrow together, and he turns his head towards the question.

Vintasnah: Vintasnah has not moved from her resting position. She merely looks up at you. Her purple eyes gleam with a knowing. “Who are you Rotenhdal?” her soft voice carry’s a crisp edge to it.

Rotenh Dal: The purple gaze brings the ghostlike reflection of himself back to the forefront of his mind full-force. His eyes clench closed tightly for a moment, attempting in vain to rid himself of the haunting image, before answering the girl. “Why the interest Vintasnah?”

Vintasnah: “Because even I don’t know who you are.” She slowly sits up, the folds of her clothing clinging tightly to her. She slowly walks over to you and placing her hands on your shoulders quietly waits at your side.

Rotenh Dal: His gaze draws over the girl, having one of her flashes of insight and maturity, he shakes his head, and speaks as she rests her hands upon his shoulders. “I’m not entirely sure. I can tell you where I’m from, and what I’ve done, but I don’t really know if I can honestly tell you who I am.”

Vintasnah: “Tell me then.” Her voice never wavers, like a cold drink of water she speaks. Her fingers drag slowly down your arms as she moves to sit in front of you, capturing your full attention or giving all of hers.

Rotenh Dal: “Very well then. I am from a continent north of this one, in which my people inhabit the southwestern region. We are known as the Skarn, and have a very peaceful and ordered society. I grew up learning several different arts. That of an apothecary as well as an acupuncturist. I spent my days with my family, concocting medicines and easing the stress of my people. There was a young prince whom was in line to ascend to the throne. This prince also had an ajenda geared towards forceful expansion of the Skarn Kingdom via conquering and subjegating our neighbors. I took it upon myself to get rid of him, and in doing so, had to flee lest I was executed for my treason.”

Vintasnah: “Are you a good man, Rot?” Her head tilts to the side as her gave falls to your hands. her fingers make it there about the same time and tenderly holds your palms in her hands, examining them.

Rotenh Dal: His own eyes draw downwards to look over his calloused fingers, as her fingers stroke and examine, a soft sigh escaping his lips, as he speaks. “I do what I think is right, whether or not I’m actually right about any of it, I’m unsure.”

Vintasnah: “Right does not equal good. Nor does being wrong mean you are evil. Are you a good man?” Her hand slides up to your cheek.

Rotenh Dal: His head tilts a bit, as her hand makes it’s way up to his cheek, his eyes drawing in, locking on her purple gaze. “No, I don’t think so. The level of lethality I employ just doesn’t come so easily to good men.”

Vintasnah: “What about me, Rot?” She slides up closer, her eyes level to yours, all her weight resting on her knees. “If I am the daughter of a goddess then do I have as much power in destroying as I do creating? Does that make me as wicked as anything else?” her eyes close a bit as the tears well up within them.

Rotenh Dal: He smiles softly, his hand drawing upwards to push her hair away from the side of her face, his voice sounding a bit revived from the moment’s despair. “Thats it then. It isn’t our power or our capabilities that judge whether we’re good or evil, it is how we employ our gifts. And so far, you’ve only used your capabilities in defense of your friends. I’d say that makes you good.”

Vintasnah: She gently falls into you, whether or not you fall to your back at the force of her she leaves up to you. No matter where you fall or if you move to accept her small form, she whispers into your ear, “How else do you employ your gifts, Rot?”

Rotenh Dal: He falls back onto the ground with her motion, his brows furrowed in confusion for a moment at the question, as he lays beneath her small body. “Protecting you.”

Vintasnah: Her arms make their way back up to your shoulders, one finding its resting place there and the other continuing on to you cheek. lightly putting pressure to your face she directs your gaze to hers as she lifts her head up just a bit. Her lips tremble ever so slightly, but her gaze is stern, powerful, rimmed at the edges of the iris’s with a gold lining. Permenant. Powerful.

Rotenh Dal: His arms draw around her body, both resting at the small of her back, as she directs his gaze up to her own, taking in every little feature of her visage, before he looks into those stern eyes, nearly losing himself within their depths, as they lay with one another.

Vintasnah: A smile, starting small, widens into a grin. In that same moment you feel a small pressure inside your stomach. An ache, nothing more.

Rotenh Dal: His eyes draw across the temting curve of lips, before the pressure draws him back to reality. He blinks and draws back a bit, smiling in turn and doing his best to refocus his attention. “Oh gods, how long has it been since we’ve had anything to eat?”

Vintasnah: “Ages.” She presses herself back into you. And yet the pressure in stomach grows. Within seconds, the ache is no longer like a small insect to be swatted away.

Rotenh Dal: “Ah, well are you hungry?” He clears his throat, as the pressure grows within him, his eyes moving over Vintasnah’s features, as he holds her against his form, keeping the two bodies pressed tight against one another.

Vintasnah: “Yes.” Her curt answer is slow. Like a hiss as her gaze moves from your eyes to your mouth. The pressure now becoming intolerable.

Rotenh Dal: His hand draws up to carress across her cheek, and up through her hair, as he draws forward, terribly close, his eyes moving down to her lips, as he speaks distractedly. “I’m not a very intelligent man, you know..”

Vintasnah: “You don’t have to be.” The pressure blurs what’s left of your vision as her mouth bares down on yours. She presses closer into you, if at all possible, and the wretched pulling in your gut is now enough to make any normal man scream. Not hunger, not wanting, not anything, just pain and it’s the searing type, like a slow burn, like a stabbing, like a pinching. But she’s still pressing into you her knees wrapped around you, pressing into the ground.

Rotenh Dal: He presses back firmly against her lips, his hands sliding over her body, as her legs wrap around, and the wonderfulness of the embrace, is countered by the pain, pressing and burning within him, with a gasp, he breaks from the kiss, and rolls away onto the ground, curling and groaning in pain, as it roils through his body.

Vintasnah: She rolls from you, landing on her back and after a small gasp escapes her lips so does the sudden and unexplainable laughter. The pain within you, as if reacting to that laughter jerks and wrenches inside of you. Though you might open your eyes your vision is blurred, and though you might cry out you are only answered by that laugh. Below you, the ground begins to shake sporadically. “You see that Rot? I’m already inside of you. A part of you. You let me in just like that, and now… Now you’ll be whoever we want you to be. You’ll be a murderer. It’s what you’re good at, Rot. You’re loyal to the cause.” You feel her hand press your cheek, her voice unnaturally crisp and cold. “You’ll kill her, and all the rest. Take them into you like you took me. You’ll be a hero, Rot. My champion, like you were always meant to be.” The voice, sounding disembodied to your ears, though it comes from Vintasnah’s form does not any longer sound like Vintasnah speaking. Rather a familiar voice… sultry and seductive. But above that you hear a dull screaming. A crying. A truly disembodied voice calling out to you as the world around you shakes into nothing.

Rotenh Dal: (Wow…. Is that the end of this session-ette?)

Vintasnah: [Lol, it does not have to be as long as you don’t mind me being a little delayed. I can do all this during commercials and then continue on more fluid like after ten. At least that was my plan. _]

Rotenh Dal: (That works, just gah, epic.)

Vintasnah: [[Lawl, really?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Well yeah, though for a few moments there, I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not you’d been reading the book of Erotic Fantasy. X}))

Vintasnah: [[lawlawlawlawl. No not at all. Just wanted to catch you really off guard. Thought that would do the trick. So you game for keeping on with it?]]

Rotenh Dal: (Sure thing, after I grab something to eat.)

Rotenh Dal: (Scratch that, I’m ordering pizza.)

Vintasnah: XD awesome

Rotenh Dal: As the voice begins to echo in his mind, he uses it as an anchor to set himself, figuratively reaching out and latching on to that bit of taunting reality, he draws towards it, his voice growling out in defiance, and pain. “You don’t have that power over me, I’ll not be your puppet. BEGONE!” He growls out against the voice, the pull, the power, and the unsettling screams reaching him from somewhere beyond.

Vintasnah: “You’re right, Rot. You’ll be my equal. My everything. You could save the world, Rot. You’ll save the world.” The dream shatters with the last shake, the last promise given from the form that was not Vintasnah. Her voice echos in your ears in the black that is the empty place where dreams are formed and broken. You are only there for a second before you are ripped out of it. On your shoulders are two small hands and in your ears Vintasnah’s voice rings true, calling out your name.

Rotenh Dal: He groans, as the blackness begins to fade away, giving way towards the glaring brightness of reality, his eyes crack open, and look up towards Vintasnah, pushing up against the hands on his shoulders, as he attempts to get himself resituated. He blinks and shakes his head, storing the words away to think on at another time. “Vintasnah? Are you okay?”

Vintasnah: The shaking stops. “ROT?! i-i-i-i I’m fine! Are you… are you okay?” She’s speaking through the tears, her fingers clutched so tight on your shoulders it hurts.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his hands up to rest atop her own, nodding lightly as he attempts to get her to stop shaking him. “I’m fine, I’m alright, just stop shaking me please.”

Vintasnah: “Oh.. oh!” She lets go quickly and jerks her hands from your shoulders. “What happened? I was sleeping and you started talking.. and you were crying and then, then it got quiet but suddenly you started screaming and I couldn’t get you to stop and I-I- you just… you wouldn’t wake up.”

Rotenh Dal: He shakes his head, and rubs back and forth over his face, frowning a bit at the realization that absolutely all of it was a dream. “Ah, well just a really weird and scary dream. I hope it’s nothing.”

Vintasnah: “Are you sure?! Rot, you- you started glowing purple! PURPLE!” The panic in her voice is reminiscent of a scared mother.

Rotenh Dal: “When the hell did that happen?”

Vintasnah: “A few minutes ago, after you went quiet. It hurt to touch you, but I had to wake you up…”

Vintasnah: Roll a spot.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2

Rotenh Dal: 5, I think.

Vintasnah: Lol, nope.

Rotenh Dal: It’s 2 actually. No wis bonus.

Rotenh Dal: He draws his gaze down, to examine the girl’s hands.

Vintasnah: nice catch

Rotenh Dal: ((I’m good.))

Vintasnah: [As you look at her hands you’ll notice burn marks, as if she had stuck her hands into a fire. No scorch marks, just the scars now making the skin of her palms bubbly and bumpy. The burns are hard to look at without feeling the pain of it yourself but in some places you can already see it healing, unnaturally fast].

Rotenh Dal: He bares his teeth a bit as he looks at the wounds, his gaze moving back up to look into Vintasnah’s eyes. "If you ever see me glowing again, do your best to restrain me with your powers. If that doesn’t work, I want you to run, okay?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “Well, its not going to kill me or anything it just stung a bit… I know you didn’t mean to. I mean, you didn’t want my help at first… but.. then you let me. And that’s when you woke up. And it’s… it’s okay now right?”

Rotenh Dal: ‘For now, yes, but I don’t want to risk anything happening in the future." He glances away, and up towards the sky, checking to see if the sun is rising yet.

Vintasnah: [It is in fact, the sun hitting the desert sand casting an orange glow over the land around you, a hazy light cascading into the green plush grass at your fingertips].

Vintasnah: Vintasnha nods at you, unsure of what to do at this point. She woke you up. You’re alive and not hurting anymore. And yet, she was useless to aid you.. and that fact stands evident in her features.

Rotenh Dal: He stands upwards, and stretches out his sore muscles, before working to break camp, glancing over to Vintasnah, he gives her a comforting little smile. “Come on, we should get moving. We’ve got a long way to go yet.”

Vintasnah: “…” She stares up at you and nods in agreement. She stands to her feet, not using her hands to help her rise. She stands up from her knees and follows at your heels. "Where are we going…?

Vintasnah: "*

Rotenh Dal: “To the center of the desert. We’ve got somebody to meet there.”

Vintasnah: “That… that’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t.. I forgot.”

Rotenh Dal: “It’s fine. We’ve all got alot on our minds.” He finishes packing, before turning around, giving one last worried glance to Vintasnah’s palms. “You ready?”

Vintasnah: “Yes.”
[The day is long, hot is nothing else. Vintasnah follows at your side making every side step you make, every skip or move that you make. If any conversation is to be had she talks along, being as merry as she is able. By the end of the day the scars on her hands have almost gone and even she doesn’t realize it until nightfall.

Vintasnah: …

Vintasnah: The ground below you is sand and dust, the remnants of what was once a lush and fertile continent. Here, nothing lives].

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Session 17
See Yourself

Vintasnah: Good lord this one is still in here?

Rotenh Dal: It’s in here forever.

Vintasnah: Alight well lets get to it then. Lol

Rotenh Dal: I think it keeps refreshing each time I use the link.

Rotenh Dal: So it doesn’t dissappear.

Vintasnah: neat

Rotenh Dal: Yeah, though you should really change your text to purple, the green is creeping me
out.

Vintasnah: Lol Why?

Vintasnah: :]

Rotenh Dal: It’s terrifying, obviously. And I don’t need your copy of the session, I got it all.

Vintasnah: [As the evening sun begins to crawl its way to the horizon, just as the orange glow reflects off the desert sands and contrasting green of the healthy farmland nearby Vintasnah and Rot sit cuddled in bedrolls, a gentle and yet spastic wind running restlessly between them.

Vintasnah has said little at the mention of a mother and is obviously hesitant to talk. When she does speak it will be in common. The shock of her own knowledge not wearing off but numbing her senses. She is mysified, and the sight before them, the strong warmth of the landscape only adds to her present state of mind].

Rotenh Dal: Rot leans back against one of the trees dotting the landscape, inspecting his gear in silence, making sure that absolutely everything is up to specification. Every now and again, his eyes flit up to glance at Vintasnah, before going back to what he’s been doing, surreptitiously keeping an eye on the girl.

Vintasnah: She notices the occasional sideways glances. “You know lots of things, Rot. I always knew that about you… You just seemed that way, like lots of people all in one. But now you look like you know something else-” She cuts herself off, afraid to say anymore.

Rotenh Dal: “I know a thing or two, but when it comes to recent events, I seem to be more often without vital information, than with it. You look like you’re curious though, just ask whatever question you’d like to hear the answer to Vintasnah.” He looks her in the eye as he speaks, his hands still going through their practiced motions, capping his poisons, arranging them, checking for damage or holes in the vials as he works.

Vintasnah: [sry had a fail]

Rotenh Dal: (What sort?)

Vintasnah: [the personal kind. but you have my full attention now!]

Rotenh Dal: (Alrighty, go for it.)

Vintasnah: She looked over at him. There was something else there now. Something behind the eyes, something she hadn’t noticed before. Magic. And loads of it. She didn’t really know what to make of it. “I don’t know who I am Roten. And I feel like I’ve been here before. Several times. And I think I came from here. But all my memories are vague and small. They try to talk to me but I can’t hear them. Sometimes I have dreams of woman who I think is my mother, but I can’t ever really see her face. You are my only friend so I can tell you. But, I’m scared. I have been for a while. I don’t always feel like me. And sometimes me feels different. And since I can’t remember anything I’m never really sure which one is real or not. I don’t want to ask questions. I just want asnwers.”

Rotenh Dal: He nods softly to her words, frowning a bit at how difficult it must be upon the girl. “I’ll do my best Vintasnah, but remember that I don’t know everything either, but what I do know, is yours to know as well. Since I’ve met you, I’ve been tossed through time on several different occasions. And each time, I am put by a young girl, who’s always reminded me much of you. Before we knew her name, we called her Rain, but her real name is Sindesneh. She’s a very special girl, just like yourself, and she held within her the power of a god. The entire element of water is at her control, while we were with the orphans, she appeared and explained some things about you.” He sighs, and leans back, looking up into the canopy of trees, watching the various trails of light flicker down from between the leaves. “You’re her daughter, Vintasnah, a being of the elements and divinity. This form of flesh, isn’t your only one, it’s my belief that you lived for a long time as some sort of magical water. I have no idea how many times you’ve taken on other forms, but from what you’re saying, I think it might be several. In any case, you’re my friend too Vintasnah, and I’ll protect you from anything that rears it’s ugly head, alright?”

Vintasnah: [Sentisdeh but good guess. Lol]

Rotenh Dal: (Bah, you and your names! KLARNTRYOCKLTTIRE!)

Vintasnah: [[FAIL]

Vintasnah: Her eyes couldn’t get any wider. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, and tensed again. She clenched her jaw and turned to face the dying light of the setting sun. The breeze around them stilled and swept past their feet. She turned back to him and say only truth and honesty there. It was true she was learning things now in leaps and bounds but who was to say that wasn’t normal? But this? The daughter of goddess? An elemental? A divine being? Her? Although Rot spoke only truths she could still not fully grasp or accept it. “If I am a-a-a thing… Then- And if you were sent back in time and you’ve met my … my mom so many times… Then are you something like that too? Are you different like that Roten?” She was like a child staring up at the clouds just waiting for a secret to be revealed, just waiting for a glimpse of heaven.

Rotenh Dal: His brows furrow as he watches the words of truth move through her, her reactions to too much information at once, too varied, too great to take in so quickly. It’s why he wanted to work through questions, give her time to absorb each revelation before she asked for the next, but this is how she wanted it, and that is how he gave it to her. Her words, however, questions asked in wonder and curiosity, began sending his thoughts further back. The words “What Are You?” echoing through his mind. Doing his best to not show the sudden tension through his body, he answers, looking out over the brilliant colors flashing through the sky, as the setting sun scorched it beautifully. “I’m not sure Vintasnah. I know my past, but I also know that there might be something more to it.”

Vintasnah: “Like what?” Her eyes gleam with hope. Maybe he has a secret of his own?

Vintasnah: [[lawl. This is how the DM pokes and prods pokes and prods this is how the dm pokes and prods really late in the evening!]]

Rotenh Dal: “I wish I knew.. Every time we come across somebody, they look at me as if there is something nobody else can see. They make vague references and talk cryptically.” He smiles a little ironically at the wide-eyed girl. “It’s all really quite distressing, as I’m sure you know.”

Rotenh Dal: (( Whatnow? ))

Vintasnah: just being silly sry

Rotenh Dal: (( Obviously. X} What was that song to the tune to? ))

Vintasnah: [[uhm I beleive I missed a line but the song that goes, “this is the way we do [something repeat] early in the morning”]]

Rotenh Dal: (( OOh gotcha, yes then I do understand now. ))

Vintasnah: lol good

Vintasnah: “Well, how come? If they know something why don’t they tell you? Are you sure or maybe… well. I mean, I can… see the magic in you… but I can feel it in me an the things around us and maybe some people can do that too, but with different things. Maybe they understand it better… Maybe that’s it. Or maybe you just scare them.”

Rotenh Dal: “Well, the magic stuff started after I.. nah, not really something you’d like to hear, too morbid.” He leans back, amused at Vinny’s explanation of things, and barks out a laugh at the idea of people being afraid of him. “You really think I look that scary huh?”

Vintasnah: “Not all the time! But sometimes you even scare me and- what does morbid mean?” Her brow raises and suddenly her features only moments ago childish are that of a disbelieveing questioning middle aged teen.

Rotenh Dal: “Ah, well Morbid is like, gory, depressing.. stuff most people just wouldn’t really like to hear about on a day-to-day basis.”

Vintasnah: [The sun has set on your day. You both sit in darkness illuminated by the night sky. The desert that stretches out in the distance appears as a pale blue sea and the farms that reach its end is like rolling shorline cut off suddenly, hastily. Your conversations together though emotional are not unnecessary and the both of you even sense that. As everyone has a tendency to do the both of you feel so large on this landscape that you own together in this night under the two small moons above you but even as you would feel so large something within the both of you feels so small. Two lost pieces in a large puzzle.]

Vintasnah: “I don’t understand a lot about people. Why they do the things they do. I don’t understand myself at time, why I do the things I do or sometimes what I say, but something here-” as she raises her hand to her heart “-tells me that we are not quite like other people.” Her eyes glimmer in the moonlight. Tears. It was all setting in, but there was stubborness in her that would not let her stop until she knew everything. It was as if suddenly she felt like she had wasted too much time already.

Rotenh Dal: “Here, I’ll start up the fire. It’ll keep us warm.” He draws forward after he realizes that the sun has set, working flint and steel together, to spark up the gathered branches and twigs, alighting the darkness in the warm light of the purifying flame. He moves up, and begins setting up the bedrolls, glancing out in wonder to the desert as it sits, silent and
awash of the beautiful pale light of the two moons.

Rotenh Dal: "We may be lost, wandering, beset by threats on all sides, but you’ve got a purpose

Vintasnah, even if neither of us have any idea of what it is. And you’ve got me, so we’ll see where this crazy journey takes us alright?"

Vintasnah: “You keep saying that…”

Rotenh Dal: “Sorry, didn’t mean to repeat myself. Just want you to know you’re not alone.”

Vintasnah: “I know that. Its okay if you need to say it again. I think sometimes you say it for yourself more than me. So you don’t worry because, you’re my friend. And you’re not alone either.” She smiles up at you the moonlight and the fire creating heavy contrasts across her skin. The tears have stopped but the reallity is still sinking on. Something, like all good things, that must take time.

Vintasnah: [Continue convo or camp for the night?]

Rotenh Dal: He sits back, a smile curling his lips at her explanation, he looks up to the moons, and gives a light nod. “You know Vintasnah, I think you’re probably right about that.” He draws upwards, and stretches, before looking back down to the girl. “Ready for bed?”

Vintasnah: “Mmmhmm.”

Vintasnah: [Anything that need be mentioned before the next scene?]

Rotenh Dal: (Nope?)

Vintasnah: [[Just checking. Potty break! Please hold!]]

Vintasnah: one bowl of cottage cheese and a banana later and we’re golden!

Rotenh Dal: (( Cottage cheese and bananas? ))

Vintasnah: [[separately… yeah… and LOTS of sugar in the cottage cheese… :)]]

Rotenh Dal: (( I’d say that it was disgusting, but I’ve never had it.. ))

Vintasnah: Dont knock it till you try it!

Rotenh Dal: (( I’ll need to try it eventually then, so I can justifiably knock it. ))

Vintasnah: [It doesn’t take long for either of them to sleep (although its their first night in
some time out on the ground, no cover to hide them or storm to disappear in). The pressures of the past few days, let alone months, finally takes its toll in one finishing blow. The peace is far too inviting in this intimate moment to pass up and sleep without restraint grips them both… Rot you open your eyes. You’re in the desert, your pack is gone, your bedroll no longer there. And Vinny is gone as well. Except there is something about the early morning glow that isn’t quite right. It’s more blue than red orange, more green than blue.]
Rotenh Dal: He groans as he rolls on the desert ground, flopping to his side, he’s welcomed by a mouth full of sand, he sputters and draws upwards, wiping the grains from his features, as he looks about in the odd landscape, his brows furrowing as he looks around, noticing everything has gone missing he yells out into the empty expanse. "Vintasnah! Vinny! Helloo?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: [
A soft female voice from behind you.]

Rotenh Dal: He turns on his heels at the sound of the female voice.

Vintasnah: [[Thought I would screw up the enter button too x.x]]

Rotenh Dal: (( Que? ))

Vintasnah: [A young woman, short cropped blond hair in peasants garb. Hey eyes are grey. She’s only a few feet from you. Though her lips move you can barely make out a sound, like being on the other side of a tunnel. Hey eyes fill up with tears and spill over onto her pale cheeks. She stumbled towards you and attempts to grab you in an embrace.]

Rotenh Dal: “Hey now is something wrong?” He draws forward, confusion evident on his features, the echo of words, not quite making it through to him. As she stumbles and reaches out, he draws his arm out in turn, attempting to grasp the obviously weakened woman. “What is it?”

Vintasnah: [She falls into your arms, her lips parting in a silent cry. Her arms scurry around you, grasping onto you for everything she’s worth. A high pitched ringing starts in your ears, a gentle throb beginning to pulse as she cries out. Her nails dig into you and her eyes search yours as she continues to try and communicate with you. But her tears are too much, too many. Streams of water come flowing from her eyes, down the front of her peasants garb. Her bare breasts begin to show through the white of her clothes as her body now drenched presses into you desperately].

Rotenh Dal: His arms wrap around the woman, bringing her in securely against his body. Her cries bring in that high-pitched ringing, he blinks and shakes his head as he speaks. “What is it? I can’t understand you, the hell is going on here?” He groans, clenching his teeth, as the sounds become maddening, and the water keeps pouring out of the woman’s eyes, obviously not naturally. He does his best to stay in control, as the situation devolves further and further into chaos.

Vintasnah: [No, suddenly the whole nature of this place is everything but natural. But the feel of this woman’s skin as it dissolves into water, soaking your body and clothes and within seconds creating a pool on the ground feels far more concrete and tactile than anything is natural.]

Rotenh Dal: With the dissolution of the woman, he draws downwards to his knees, the feel of the water, as opposed to the desert dreamscape around him, seems to warp reality. He struggles against it, attempt to take control, find some semblance of power, in this place that offers none.

Vintasnah: [A small hand on your right shoulder]

Rotenh Dal: His head slowly moves to the side, glancing behind him to where the hand presses.

Vintasnah: [A small boy with deep emerald green eyes and brown hair stares back at him. A smile
is plastered to his face as he looks at you, his eyes even with yours as you kneel. “Daddy?”]

Rotenh Dal: His brows knit together, dumbfounded at the question, he looks around him, checking to see if the world around him has shifted at all, the only thing he can answer being. “What?”

Vintasnah: [The landscape is still the same, the shadows moving in even time with the flickering light around you. “Daddy, why did you go?”]

Rotenh Dal: He returns his gaze to the child, a frown upon his lips at the boy’s question. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m your daddy..” His hand moves up, to rub against his forehead, and through his hair, as he tries to make sense of the sluggish reality he’s found himself in.

Vintasnah: [“But.. but Daddy… Daddy!” Tears well up in his eyes as well but stubborn boyish pride prevents him from continuing on as he grabs your shoulders with both hands and tries to shake you. “Daddy, you are my Daddy! Why would you say that? Momma’s so sad, Daddy. Please come home! Please don’t leave again!”]

Rotenh Dal: He kneels infront of the distraught boy, confusion showing upon his features, as the crying child shakes him by the shoulders. “Your mother? Who is your mother? Why is she sad? I don’t even know where your home is, I don’t even recall leaving anything to begin with, I just don’t know I’m sorry.”

Vintasnah: [He stops suddenly, distraught, heartbroken, confused. He eases his grip and lets go of you shaking his head the bitter tears stream down. He takes a step backwards and his skin lights up like the dawn. Small lines trail through him, his skin lifting up and floating off into pieces of ash off his bones, the muscle following suite with the skin until only charred bones remain.]

Rotenh Dal: “NO stop! Damnit not you too? DOn’t go we’ll find your father!” He yells out, desperately reaching for the child, as he begins to incinerate himself, feeling utterly helpless, as he watches skin and sinew burn and float away on the breeze.

Vintasnah: [Your world goes black. The last speck of light you see is the last ember of the boy drifting from your fingertips… A large voice, distant, masculine, ethereal calls out, “ROTENH DAL. WHO ARE YOU.”]

Rotenh Dal: He rises, and looks around in the surrounding blackness, pacing but going nowhere, the voice echoing through the darkness, he yells out, the rage boiling within him. “WHo the hell are you? Show yourself!”

Vintasnah: [Your world remains black and yet suddenly there is something visible in that darkness. A figure. It stand at attention facing your direction but hard to distinguish from here.]

Rotenh Dal: He immediately begins to run towards the silhouette, every muscle in his body working overtime, so he can run as fast as possible, determination clenching his jaw, as he chases the shadow in the darkness.

Vintasnah: [The shadow does not move. Does not attempt to flee. Just waits. “CAN YOU CATCH A GHOST ROTENH DAL?”

Rotenh Dal: “I’ll sure as hell find out!” He shouts back in defiance, pummeling forward towards the figure, his eyes set upon the taunting shadow as he sprints towards it.

Vintasnah: [His sprints carry him faster than ever he could imagine to the figure and yet the figure does not move. Finally though, you reach him. Its as if you reached the place before you realized you were there and by the time you realized you had stopped, you realized that ou were only two feet from the figure. At first glance his features are vague. He stands eye level with you, unwavering, all shadows.]

Rotenh Dal: He suddenly straightens, as the distance passes in a mere instant after all the running. (Monty Python) He takes a step forward, his eyes squinting, attempting to eye the silhouette, to make out it’s features, angered and perplexed by the inexplicable being.

Vintasnah: [“You’re only getting angry at yourself.” And with all your squinting and peering you realize far too late that you are in fact [and unsurprisingly] staring at yourself from across the way. The figure that stands before you is you, though the eye colour is different, and the hair longer, an unkept beard trailing his jawline, this figure is unmistakably you.]

Rotenh Dal: His jaw drops, and he takes a startled step backwards, his brow raised in confusion, as he looks at the other’s form, subtly different, but still very much his own. “What the hell is going on here?” He speaks under his breath, looking around the darkness, then back towards his mirror, looking into those eyes, colored differently from his own dark blue.

Vintasnah: [The deep purple of his eyes squint back at you, unsurprised but focused. “Can you chase a ghost Rotenh Dal? Because nothing is going on here as much as is going on there.” He points to your heart and then to your face and all the thoughts you hide behind it].

Rotenh Dal: “I have no clue what you’re on about. I’m not chasing a ghost, I just want to know what is going on with all of this!” He gestures around, into the blackness, and back to the man, his eyes never leaving those violet eyes.

Vintasnah: ["But you are chasing a ghost, though you don’t realize it yet… You’re strong,

Rotenh Dal. You would take up any banner if it was for a just and pure cause. Or girl. Yet you are not ready. You run and run and run and even now you don’t realize what you are running towards or from. Think on it for a short time more Rotenh Dal. Though cryptic it may be it would not be as important to you now when you are not ready compared to what this knowledge will do for you when you come into the idea yourself. Knowing is not half the batter, Rotenh Dal. It’s knowing that there is a battle is half the battle… So I ask you again: CANYOUCHASEAGHOSTROTENHD​AL?!"] With a movement that pulls that fabric of your world to pieces he extends his arms and brings them back together with a large clap. The sound wakes you in the middle of the night.

Vintasnah sleeps peacefully at your side and beads of sweat drip from your every pore.]

Rotenh Dal: He suddenly sits up in the bed, gasping for breath, as the cool night air presses in against his damp flesh, his hands move up to rub against his eyes and forehead, attempting to calm himself as Vintasnah sleeps nearby.

Vintasnah: [And though your heart beats rapidly, though your gasps for air disturb the quiet of the night, everything seemingly pretends to ignore you and sleeps on…]

Vintasnah: End Session

Vintasnah: Can’t see STRAIGHT

Vintasnah: XD

Rotenh Dal: Does that mean you can see around corners?

Rotenh Dal: If so, neat trick. X}

Vintasnah: Lol yes

Vintasnah: how was that> scale of 1-10 don’t lie!

Rotenh Dal: T’was awesome.

Rotenh Dal: I love dream sequences.

Vintasnah: lol k

Vintasnah: well I sleep now. night!

Rotenh Dal: G’night.

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Session 16
To The Root of It

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Vintasnah: [We last left off with dear Rot and a young man in his later teenage years discussing your fate. It was his intention to tell you everything: why you were here, what you were to do, what needed to be done otherwise, and maybe (if they had the brass for it) tell you who you were if you didn’t already know. There were only two other young one’s in the room, watchers intent on keeping ears and eyes on everything else but you, all other children and The Oracle going about their business and chores outside. The last phrase of the sentence spoken by the young lad was this: “Our journey is to the petals. Yours, Sir, is to the roots.” where he pauses to take a deep breath and gauge your reaction.]

Rotenh Dal: His brow arches high at the expression, the mere thought of going down to the root of all the oddities, and working out what needs to be done sounding terrifically appealing for him. He motions for the boy to keep going, his hand sliding up to brush through his hair, as he takes a glance about the room for a moment, if only to take a moment to take things in. His gaze returns to the boy, boring into the other’s eyes, as he speaks. “The roots, got it. Go on.”

Vintasnah: [“Ah, yes. Well now, the roots. The roots of this particular weed are the High Council of The Order. They are seven total. We know of six. The Seventh is said to be their god incarnate: the man who rules them, who dictates their actions, and who has done so since even before there was a high council. We know little of this person. We don’t believe he is truly a god… bur we don’t want to take any chances either. The six are mortal men, or were, that have been granted the ability to exceed their years. Some of them are as old as the first council, others not as yet so old…” He let the information in its so many words and phrases float in the air, hang there like strings to be grasped and waited to see if there were any questions to be posed or if he should continue.]

Rotenh Dal: “Why exactly is the first council as opposed to the current council of the Order?” He leans back a bit in his seat, watching the expressions flit across the boy’s features as he speaks.

Rotenh Dal: “Why is there a first and new council if they’re given the ability to halt their aging?”

Vintasnah: [He looked up in the air above his head as if the answer floated somewhere there then looking back to you as if he’d caught it, “They aren’t. All the councils members were elected by the molevelent force which started this whole business, but over the years some of the original six were gotten rid of, killed, and in one instance sacrificed. Every new generation of people that rises up in this world has several people in it that, if there were an opening, could fill the empty seats of slain council members. You see, they can prolong their lives but they are not indestructible.”]

Rotenh Dal: “I see, and what am I supposed to do with this high council and their supposed god?”

Vintasnah: [“That’s where we’re trying to work out the details. We think that you are-” and just as suddenly as he is cut off by a clamoring noise from in the hallway, the watching children pulling daggers from their robes instantly at the ready, the door flings open and the oracle, all three parts, stand and speak in unison, her voice urgent and insistent. “They must leave! The Order comes! HURRY!” The oracle rushes to your side and places a small missive in your hand. She quickly breaks from the room, the watchers and Thirstan in stunned amazement, their mouths agape and their eyes wide. Three other watchers spill into the room and rush towards you grabbing at your hands and clothes attempting to drag you away. Vintasnah appears in the door way, hussled by two more young watchers. She looks dazed, as if quickly woken from a dreamless sleep.}

Rotenh Dal: He jumps to his feet, as he’s suddenly interrupted, looking around in confusion to all the children producing daggers and getting into stances. The sight of the oracle jumping in, speaking in the voices of the three children only furthering his confusion, until they finish their rushed order, he grumbles loudly. “Oh gods damn it, right to the abyss!” As the big reveal is snatched away from him yet again, he follows the children who grasp him and hurry him alongside Vintasnah away, making sure everything is ready in case he’s attacked on the way.

Vintasnah: [Orders, commands, loud voices all rising and falling all around you. Vintasnah grips onto your sleeve in the hussle and bussle of things. All the children scattering along the way, producing arms and barricading themselves in secret compartments, some left in obvious places for obvious reasons, the older ones, the ones trained to fight. Thristan, ripped from his conversation hastily calls after you: a reminder to read the missive he saw the oracle give you when you had a chance. “Leave the city first!” Three older boys, maybe twelve all brown hair and darker eyes lead you through the orphanage, into an alley and through a maze of tunnels, all smelling of rotting animal flesh: a good enough reason for the normal thrill seeker to leave the tunnels be.].

Rotenh Dal: His hand draws down to grasp Vintasnah’s hand in turn, leading her off as he’s led, moving his hand up to place his shirt collar over his nose in an attempt to lessen the smell, as they make their way out into the alley.

Vintasnah: [The tunnels eventually give way, an orange glow filtering in through the cracks at the end where the brick roads meet the uneven earth below. Two of the boys stand in front of you and motion for you to silently sneak up through the crevice ahead. They give you a thumbs up and scamper off, their feet hitting the earth and almost completely inaudible. Roots dangle above your head. This tunnel leads outside the city}.

Rotenh Dal: He takes Vintasnah out of the stink of the tunnels, batting aside the roots and vines overhead, he nods to the two boys, and works through the tunnel*

Rotenh Dal: .

Vintasnah: [Light creeps in and Vintasnah does her best to brush past the Earth, the soil getting in under her nails, stuck in her fingertips. Above you the earth begins to give way, the roots another annoyance altogether, but eventually moved or torn enough to allow room for each person to climb through the now almost gaping hole one person at a time].

Rotenh Dal: He pushes up through the opening, looking upwards as he emerges into the open world around him, doing his best to dust himself off as he gets to his feet.

Vintasnah: [It’s dusk, near the edge of the woods, the city just yards away. The tunnel lead to the back of the city, closer to the woods than the roads. Nothing appears out of stir when Rot climbs his way through the dirt and grime and little noise comes from the city itself as night slowly descends upon this place… the only problem is, there are no sounds from the surrounding woods. Where a chipring lark might call out before he sleeps… here there is none present.]

Vintasnah: And we’ll call it right there…

Vintasnah: Sorry for the wait, you here and ready to go?

Rotenh Dal: Si’.

Vintasnah: Goooood and her we go!

Vintasnah: [It’s dusk, near the edge of the woods, the city just yards away. The tunnel lead to the back of the city, closer to the woods than the roads. Nothing appears out of stir when Rot climbs his way through the dirt and grime and little noise comes from the city itself as night slowly descends upon this place… the only problem is, there are no sounds from the surrounding woods. Where a chipring lark might call out before he sleeps… here there is none present.] This is where we left off and this is where we will now begin from.

Rotenh Dal: He draws out of the tunnel, Vintasnah’s hand in his own, his eyes moving around the dusk-bathed trees around him, taking a few moments, he finally realizes what is creeping him out, looking back to Vintasnah as well, his brow raised. “Kind of creepy, isn’t it?”

Vintasnah: She scurries up behind you and poking her head out looks about, “Creepy?”

Rotenh Dal: He nods, and looks out into the surrounding canopy. “Listen.”

Vintasnah: “To what?” She’s whispering now, the quiet overtaking her, even though she does not fully comprehend.

Rotenh Dal: “Exactly, there isn’t a sound out here. There should be creatures skittering about, birds calling, wolves howling, something. But instead, it’s silent.”

Vintasnah: “Where did they all go…?” The silence was unsettling. You could feel it in your bones. It’s the kind of silence that is so strong, that’s so quiet, it screams, encrouching on your senses.

Vintasnah: Roll a reflex

Rotenh Dal: rolldie 20

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18

Rotenh Dal: 24

Vintasnah: Holy shit! XD You made it, Vintasnah did not

Rotenh Dal: ((Well damn))

Vintasnah: [A dull hum, almost inaudible until it was upon the both of you, broke the silence and any thoughts you might have had before hand as a large fireball flies towards the both of you. Rot manages to completely evade the fireball but Vintasnah was just not fast enough. The fire ball made contact and she cried out as the spell sears her flesh. In the space that she inhabits the flaming orb stops and waits as Vintasnah moves away from it]. Roll initiative [Even as all this occurs two figures which should have been obvious step from the tree line into your view, snears on their faces, a mission in the grins].

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6

Rotenh Dal: 9 initiative.

Vintasnah: [[Lawl and I rolled an 8. AWESOME. Dice Bag hates me and I can’t find my real dice! Bastards all!]]

Rotenh Dal: Reflex takes over, and Rot jumps and rolls to the side, his hand still locked in Vintasnah’s, doing his best to drag her with him out of color, taking in the two figures that suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Vintasnah: She stumbled from your grasp, confused as to what is grabbing her and the sudden appearance of the spell. Roll a grapple if you want to debate that. [The men before you don’t wait for an introduction and the wizard on the left flicks his wrists and the earth shakes below the both of you, wherever the both of you may now stand. The ground below you splits and large black tentacles, each ten feet tall stretch up and reach for you]. Roll an opposed grapple.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17

Rotenh Dal: 30

Vintasnah: [[Amazingly enough, both of you manage to grapple of the tentacles though try as they may to wrap around you. Even Vintasnah just manages to throw off the one determined on coiling around her]. Rot, your turn

Rotenh Dal: He draws out his hands, flicks his wrists downwards into a pair of vials on his belt, and in one swift fluid movement, sends a pair of needles dashing out towards the two wizards, one on each target.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13

Rotenh Dal: 20

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17

Rotenh Dal: 19

Vintasnah: Pick a number, one or twoo.

Vintasnah: two*

Rotenh Dal: (Two)

Vintasnah: You hit the one on the left, not the one on the right.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 2 sides. The die showed: 2

Rotenh Dal: 2 damage and a fortitude save.

Vintasnah: 12 for Fort.

Rotenh Dal: (CHoldrith Toxin: DC 15 unconciousness.)

Vintasnah: [[For how long?]]

Rotenh Dal: (Or rather paralysis)

Rotenh Dal: (And we’ve been using the hour scale.)

Vintasnah: I don’t know what the hell that means.

Rotenh Dal: (They’re out for an hour?)

Rotenh Dal: (Effective Str and Dex of 0 and is helpless)

Vintasnah: [[Does silent spell casting still work?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((They would need to do both a silent and still spell?))

Vintasnah: [[Lawl. Got it. Don’t worry about it. And it’s Vinny’s turn]].

Rotenh Dal: ((Alright))

Vintasnah: Vinny, a new expression now crossing her features raises her arms after throwing off the grippnig tentacles as if she were holding a bow. Her widen as a a bow and arrow form from her hands. Her aggression turns to that of surpise as she pulls back the bow and releases the arrow. It hits in the enemy’s shoulder. The man on the left smiling as the water dissolves and only blood trickles down his front.

Vintasnah: The man just hit looks at his wound and back to Vinny. He nods his head and the flaming sphere rolls back to Vintasnah scorching her skin again. He also raises his hand pointing his finers towards her, they alight with flame and ignite a ray that pierces her shoulder in the same place her arrow hit him on her body.

Rotenh Dal: (So I hit the one on the right instead of the one on the left then?)

Vintasnah: [[Er, you know what I mean, sry I always get confused with what’s on my paper and what I see in my head.]] the one on the right is fine, the one on the left is the guy beating the shit out of Vinny]]

Rotenh Dal: ((SO he isn’t paralyzed?))

Vintasnah: [[WTF. The one who ISN"T paralyzed is beating the SHIT out of Vinny. The one on the right is NOT paralyzed. The one on the LEFT is.]]

Vintasnah: Got it yet? I just got my left and right backwards.

Rotenh Dal: ((Mmn sorry, confused me when you said the other one who wasn’t beating the shit out of Vinny was fine.))

Vintasnah: [[I didn’t say that.]]

Rotenh Dal: ((“the one on the right is fine, the one on the left is the guy beating the shit out of Vinny]]”))

Vintasnah: [[okay here. The one of the right is the one who is not paralyzed who is now fighting with Vinny. I just messed that up in the above action post. The one of the left is fucked. Better?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((I appreciate that, I can imagine it much clearer now. Sorry for the holdup.))

Vintasnah: I HAVE IT ONE PAPER I"M JUST NOT GETTING IT ON HERE RIGHT. Give me a fucking break I’m tired.

Vintasnah: Xp

Vintasnah: fuck.

Rotenh Dal: Sorry? I’m not trying to be antagonistic..

Vintasnah: [The one on LEFT who is fucked stands there, but the spell he cast previously still very much in effect. Roll a grapple].

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15

Rotenh Dal: 27

Vintasnah: [And finally dice bag doesn’t hate me. 28. We both rolled 27 oddly enough. The tentacles just manage to grasp the both of you and keep you coiled. And that’s it for this turn. Your turn]].

Rotenh Dal: Whelp, seeing as how he’s apparently bound in a tentacle, Rot attempts to struggle free.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6

Rotenh Dal: 19

Vintasnah: [[23 You stay there.]]

Rotenh Dal: mmk

Vintasnah: [[I’m not bullshitting by the way. In case you thinks that!]]

Rotenh Dal: ((I don’t))

Vintasnah: [[Uhm and Vinny tries to struggle free and does not make it.]]

Vintasnah: [The mobile one nods his head again and the flaming sphere carreens over to where you are. I don’t think you can make a reflex?]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Not grappled into place, no))

Vintasnah: [[kk, so take 2d6 of dmg = 5dmg]]

Rotenh Dal: ((GOt it))

Vintasnah: [Amused, he stretches his fingers forward and flames ignite again, blasting you with a ray]. [[4d6 = 19dmg]]

Rotenh Dal: (Okies)

Vintasnah: [The tentacles, having you in their grasp now attempt to harm you both]. Roll grapple

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9

Rotenh Dal: 22

Vintasnah: [Vintasnah manages to struggle free during this attempt to be squashed to death. Rot however {misses by one point} and the tentacles squeeze in on him]. [[You take 1d6+4 dmg = 5dmg]]

Rotenh Dal: (Alright)

Rotenh Dal: ((Is it my turn?))

Vintasnah: Yeah, sry, was checking on something.

Rotenh Dal: ((Does he have at least one hand free?))

Vintasnah: [[No, the tentacles: think of them as massive snakes. They entrap the body and then squeeze. You kind of have to superman when you win a grapple check to cast them off]].

Rotenh Dal: ((Can I attempt to just get one hand free, and count it as a movement action?))

Vintasnah: Make a strength check.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14

Rotenh Dal: 18

Vintasnah: [[Yeah, that works. One hand free]]

Rotenh Dal: The flaming sphere burns across his flesh, and the ray of flames bores deep into the flesh of his shoulder, drilling, cauterizing, and nauseating him with the terrible burning and the sickly-sweet smell of his own burnt flesh wafting through the air around him. The tentacles squeeze, and he feels something pop in his center, a cough bringing a sprinkling of blood outward into the writhing mass of deathly black snakes. He growls and clenches his teeth, feeding all his strength into his arm and forcing it up, ripping the tentacle that grasped it away, his strained voice raises in a commanding sound, authorative and deep. “Vintasnah, I need you to turn and run right now, run far away and hide!” At the moment he shifts his hand, and releases his spell, an image coming out, looking exactly like Vintasnah, bolting off into a certain direction of forest, while covering her actual location with a cloak of background scenery, and making a light shoot out towards the wizards, seeming to veer far off course before sputtering out weakly as a momentary distraction. (Silent Image)

Vintasnah: As the seen plays out Vintasnah does her best to stay silent. At first she was shocked that Rot would tell her to run. Was she so helpless, so useless? Then she watched as the images played before her eyes a surreal event for anyone to behold. The tears well up in her eyes as the indecisions keeps her feet planted to the ground and her fists clenched tight. Should she run? If she ran would the bad men follow her or would they always be looking for Rot? Maybeif she just left… maybe… No. It was sternness she was only vaguely familiar with but everything in her screamed. Her hands shook and her eyes became like slits as she glared at the ones who would cause her friend so much harm. He was nothing but good and they were evil. They must be destoryed. This reverberated through her mind, into the deeper part of her soul. Suddenly she felt it, too. She felt all the magic around her, could hear it, could understand it as if each spell was a walking talking person. The tentacles just kept saying, “grabgrabgrabgrab. squeeeeeeeze.” The flaming sphere mearly whispered “buuuurnbuuuurnbuuuurn”.​ But inside of her the magic was welling up in her gut, calling out in inaudible words that she knew she knew but could not quite understand. From behind her she felt the magic pulling, dragging. From behind them all… everyone could now hear the rumbling, the roar of water travelling in hastened speed over land. A tumbling misplaced river. The mass of water, the lake that she had called rose up high above Rot and Vintasnah and coming down in a flood bashed the two evil ones to the ground and pushed them forwards, hundreds of pounds of force crushing their bodies and pushing the remains. Nothing save Rot and Vinny were spared from the angry waters. Trees and animals were taken its flowing, thrown against logs and trees the bodies were lost, battered and limp. After a moment the water receeded upwards shot into the clouds. Seconds later, it was raining, the skies blackened. The forest silent. Dead.

Vintasnah: [[WOW for a SHIT TON of typos and an inability to keep my past/present tense in one place. Sry.]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Well I got what you meant, anyways.))

Rotenh Dal: ((Very nice by the by))

Vintasnah: The tentacles fell away, thier maker lost, thier purpose suddely lost on them. The sphere crumpled into ash and Rot’s body released to the ground below him.

Vintasnah: [[Thanks… just kinda came to me… I do have spell for that by the way. Lol]].

Vintasnah: GODENGLISHFAIL.

Rotenh Dal: Rotenh Dal falls downwards as the tentacles dissappear, coughing and groaning on his hands and knees, an intense stabbing pressure of a broken rib pressing into him from the side, he draws up enough energy to glance towards Vinny, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t know what the hell that was Kid, but I’m sure it just saved our asses..”

Vintasnah: When she turns to you her lips are pursed tight, the skin on her face taught from the tightness of her closed jaw. Her hands clenched so tight that blood begins to trickle from her palms: evidence that her fingernails have broken skin. She shudders momentarily and collapses to the ground. She sits there a mass of bloodied hands and rumpled hair. She looks up at you and. just. barely. smiles.

Rotenh Dal: He draws upwards, a hand on his torso, as he limps over to Vintasnah. He draws down next to her, settling on his knees, and looking over her body, in order to inspect her wounds. “You hurt anywhere? If so how bad? That.. thing must have tired you the hell out.” He laughs lightly, ending with a little cough as he smiles encouragingly at his young ward.

Vintasnah: “You’re hurt.” Except… she says that in common. No hint of her elven accent attached. She stops and stares wide eyed at nothing for a moment as that new little piece of information sets in.

Rotenh Dal: His brows arch high as she speaks plain untainted common, not paying any attention to her words, he draws a bit closer, examining her for a moment. “Vintasnah, did you just remember something?”

Vintasnah: “I… I remembered how to speak your language. I- I thought I could not. I- don’t…” She looks back up to you. Confused.

Rotenh Dal: “Hey now kid, I’m starting to think there’s nothing you can’t do.” He smiles and winks as he interrupts her, moving to stand up with only a light cringe, before offering out his hand. “Now, let’s get out of here and find a place to camp for the night. How does that sound?”

Vintasnah: “I am tired.” SHe grabs your hand but doesn’t pull. She pushes off the ground and stands up. “That’s right, isn’t it? Tired?” As her hands rests gently in yours you suddenly feel your body healing itsellf, more or less. You would feel the pain of a bone snapping back into place but otherwise everything on your person heals. Vintasnah stumbles a bit and puts her other hand to her forehead as if she were about to faint.

Rotenh Dal: He gasps, and takes a few steps back, as his bone pops back into place, and the burn seals itself into naught by a tiny dot-shaped scar. he looks over to Vintasnah and rushes to her side, making sure to catch her before she has a chance to fall. "Okay, we really need to find a place to stop before you end up knocking yourself out. You want me to carry you?

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “Mmmnn No. I want to walk. I need to walk. Thank you, Rot.” She manages to straighten herself out and as she looks up she finally, truly, sees all the destruction caused by the water she called. Through the rain drops she saw the twisted and torn trees, all dead and broken. A path of destruction. It was hard to see the tears that formed on her face in the rain as she shook her head and looked up at you. “I did that…. I – Rot, I can’t walk…”

Rotenh Dal: “Hey now, you don’t need to feel too bad about that. You didn’t kill any animals, and all of this stuff” He gestures to the ruined bit of forest with his hand. “That all will grow back, it’ll be bigger and stronger than before, there’s going to be an open grove for a while, pretty flowers are going to grow, and some children are going to come here, and grow up with this place, as their own little secret place to play and have fun.” He smiles down to Vinny, attempting to make her see the future, the bigger picture, as he lifts her up into his arms.

Vintasnah: Her face brightens a bit as she sees the future before her, but she still does not stop to stare.

Vintasnah: [[You going for camp?

Rotenh Dal: ((Yes))

Vintasnah: [[Okay, which direction you heading in?]]

Rotenh Dal: Northeast?

Vintasnah: [lawl, uhm, where you guys coming from again? like what major city on the map?]

Rotenh Dal: (Pretty much been going northeast from Jabaal for a while)

Vintasnah: [[Okay, I know where you guys are at.]]

Vintasnah: [As you continue travelling into the later part of the evening the terrain becomes less foresty and more similar to that of rolling plains. If one were to stand at the top of the highest hill they would see a straight horizon to the east, even the point wehre the desert began to take over the lush green of the fertile earth. To the North, more hills, few villages, and back to the west remained everythiing they’d already left behind.]

Rotenh Dal: “So, Vintasnah, would you rather travel northward towards other towns and cities and more plains, or travel through the desert? Just to see what a place devoid of whater looks like?”

Vintasnah: “Sounds wretched. Where do you think we aught to go?” [At that point the last instructions given you via the children as you were escaping the orhanage rang true in your mind].

Rotenh Dal: A memory moves through his mind and he takes a moment to reach into his pocket, and withdraw the paper, opening it in order to read it.

Vintasnah: [It reads as follows in a clear cursive hand: ‘You question your existence. And hers. Find Thris’farh of Den’haviir. Travel to the ancient desert kingdom and you will find him. He will be your guide.’

Rotenh Dal: "Well, that answers that question for us. We’re going to need to seek out the desert kingdom of Den’haviir to find somebody named Thris’farh. So, we’ll head north until we find a town we can stock up on desert travelling supplies, then we’ll make our way through the desert.

Rotenh Dal: "

Vintasnah: “…Why?”

Rotenh Dal: “Because those fellows wrote me a note about where we should go.”

Vintasnah: SHe shrugs. “Is there a reason we aught to do what they tell us to??”

Rotenh Dal: “Well, your mother seemed to trust them.”

Vintasnah: “My… what?”

Rotenh Dal: He glances up, his brows drawing together as he realizes that his offhand comment might not have been placed very well. “Oh, well.. your mother.”

Vintasnah: She pushes away from you a bit. “I don’t- I have- You’re- Liar.” She stares at you from tired eyes, swollen, and puffy.

Rotenh Dal: “Here, lets break for camp now. I’ll set up, and you can ask me any questions you want to.”

Rotenh Dal: He draws his pack down to the ground, getting out a few bedrolls and setting them up, before he goes around collecting branches for a fire.

Vintasnah: Vintasnah watches him carefully. She does not move. She does not stir from her stance. Just watches. It is dark now and suddenly all she wants to do is shut out the little bit of the world she knows and sink inside herself; to feel the night time from the inside out.

Vintasnah: End Session

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Session 15
"Who Are You?"

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Vintasnah: DM Loading…

Vintasnah: Loading Complete.

Vintasnah: ^_~

Rotenh Dal: So loading brought me… a face.

Vintasnah: Yes. And you like it.

Rotenh Dal: X}

Vintasnah: [So we last left off two characters in a strange run down orphanage, home to a group known as The Guild of The Forgotten. When you came back from your travel through time you were greeted by an older, much aged though still quite young appearing Sentisdeh. You discovered that Vintasnah is her daughter and were also able to surmise that after centuries, Sentisdeh remembered you and sent her daughter to be guarded by you. Though her will is still vague, you know that everything lies on Vintasnah regaining her memories, remembering who she is. And something to be said for yourself as well, Rotenh Dal: There is a force. A great and mighty enemy lurking in the corners and it is a forced to be reckoned with. It takes no pleasure in you, though Sentisdeh was unable to say why. She is gone instantly from your vision and these words haunt your mind: All I can tell you is this: ‘You are not yourself, but you do exist. The result of things come and gone and yet to be.’…

Vintasnah: And even as all of this sinks, the children and few adults around you, once they realize the goddess is gone, raise their heads to gaze upon you and the girl. None of them, even the youngest are not fools and they now know who the girl is and the importance of your very survival. The Oracle stands to her feet, the three girls all clasping hands, though they are white and their cheeks are paled. They watch you and wait.]

Vintasnah: [Sentisdeh has been laid gently to the ground, just barely stirring as if she were sleeping, her eyes moving back and forth under her lids: a deep sleep… a dreaming sleep.]

Vintasnah: [Vintasnah* Lol]

Rotenh Dal: He takes a few steps back, his hand moving up, two fingers grasping the bridge of his nose to massage there, as the words run on repeat through his head, not getting any clearer, or making any more sense. Finally, his hand drops, and his eyes open, his gaze flitting across the room, and all the individuals looking about in awe, he sighs and drops his arms in resignation, before turning to look down upon Vintasnah, the briefest of smiles twitching onto his lips at the sight of the sleeping and dreaming girl. His voice comes out in a whisper, through quite capable of being heard in silence of the room. “I think she might want a bit more sleep, don’t you?”

Vintasnah: [“She will need it. Remembering is no easy game when one is in so many pieces as herself. You, too, will need rest. For you have also forgotten.” The three speak as one entity, each voice a different tonality to it. The younger children, as if commanded to do so, leave the room looking over their shoulders at you in awe and wonder, their faces aglow with hope. Only the oracle and man remain.]

Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit at the sound of the three girls talking at once, having forgotten about it during his trip, he sighs and nods a bit in agreement with their intwined words. “Very well then, should I go back to the little room from before? I imagine Vintasnah will be appropriately placed correct?” He turns to the man for his last question, his hand moving up to comb through his hair as he glances around the emptyish room.

Vintasnah: [“Oh, yes of course. We have a room that you can also stay in. There is also someone here who would like to talk with you when you are well rested enough. We know that this must be trying on your mind…” Thomas’ voice is a bit shaky though strong. There is a light in his eyes that shines. The gods are surely on your side, and you appear to stand with them and these people obviously have a cause…]

Rotenh Dal: His brow raises at the mention of another he should speak with, eyeing the man quietly as he speaks. “Well if somebody is waiting to speak with me, I surely can spare some time before I get some rest. Might as well get it out of the way eh?”

Vintasnah: [Thomas looks to The Oracle who all turn to him and then back to you. “No,” they speak as one, “you must rest. Even in your sleep you worry and you need time to rest your thoughts. I know where you have gone. I have seen the people you were with.” She quirks her head to the side, all of them, “You need rest from your travels. It is when we are tired and weak that the enemy comes to us.”]

Rotenh Dal: He frowns but nods to the wise words of the trifecta of blind children, recalling that each time the.. thing.. attacked, it was while he was wearied in some way or another. His jaw squares and he closes his eyes for a moment, giving a light nod, before walking off towards where he assumes the bedroom will be. “Very well then. Wake me immediately if anything goes wrong.”

Vintasnah: [“If anything goes wrong, Rotenh’dal. It will not be in waking. Not for a little while yet.”] The oracle sweeps past you and around the corner. Thomas, lightly touching your arm leads you in the opposite direction towards a room, as another young man of about fifteen side steps his way into the room, smiles and nods at you, and continues on to where Sentisdeh lays. Gently picking her up he carries her in the direction the oracles took to a room that will give her some comfort while she rests.]

Rotenh Dal: ((vintasnah**))

Rotenh Dal: A groan escapes his lips as more riddles are spoken and not explained. He merely shakes his head as his direction is corrected by Thomas, walking under that guidance, only just now realizing how tired he is. His eyes move over the boy as he walks into the room, glancing to Vinny then the boy, and giving him a pointed look, before she’s taken off. He focuses on how great a bed will feel as he walks off towards his room.

Vintasnah: [Damn. Sry. Still in last session somewhere. Lol]

Rotenh Dal: (Hmm?)

Vintasnah: [[The name thing. Anyway, continue, its your tunr to do soemthing. ANYTHING. lol]]

Rotenh Dal: (I did..)

Rotenh Dal: (Went to bed.)

Vintasnah: [Oh]

Rotenh Dal: (poke)

Vintasnah: [Your first few hours are peaceful, the hope of a future and near conceiveable purpose nearby. But even as that hope seeps into your dreams, the good will of all others around you, there is something else. A recently touched on truth. You are not yourself. The words haunt you in the later hours. You come awake a few times in the late night and early morning only to find yourself so exhausted you cannot fully come out of your sleep. The words play on repeat, coupled and grouped with other voices. They are recognizeable and familiar in thier sounds, but not altogether known. They are distant and vague, each one telling an indistinguishable story… After hours of restless sleeping you will wake up, although, bothered, you feel far more rested than you ought. And it is evening of the next day.]

Rotenh Dal: Stifling a gasp, he sits up on his bed, a cold sweat beading along his flesh, as he pushes aside the thin blanket that provides no security from his own mind, his own confusion, the words that torment him again and again. He rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward, burying his face in his hands, as his heart thunders in his chest, the little dark room seeming to much smaller, lacking air or room to breathe. His fingers claw down his cheeks before he looks up helplessly to the ceiling, his voice raises in a deep growl that fights against the little tickles of voices he recognizes, but cannot place. Little laughing conversations, lighthearted ones, then deeper ones, serious, yelling whispering, crying, it all itches at the back of his skull, just out of reach, just enough to drive a man mad with it’s torment. Finally he stands and walks to his supplies, taking stock of his doses of poisons, the number of needles he has left, making sure everything is in order, working with his hands to keep his thoughts at bay.

Vintasnah: [ANd he does a well enough job at keeping himself distracted, but Sentisdeh’s voice will not falter. Will not fade. It sits now in your heart and each syllable is a heart beat… and in all the work you are doing, all the thoughts you may be trying to think above the thoughts that impede on your mind: fading memories of your dream, the question must be begged. Who are you.]

Rotenh Dal: He draws his clothing on, after repairing the rips and tears that his journeys have gained him, and each heartbeat does the same thing over and over Who-AreYou, Who-Areyou. He straps his poisons around his waist and chest, and slides his needles along the insides of his clothing, grumbling out the words “We’ll see.” before opening the door to his room and exiting.

Vintasnah: [A few of the children are waiting on the other side of your door, one with a tray of cold meat, cheese and tiny slices of bread. Another is a girl who nods to the food. “The oracle sent us to you. She said you would be awake and to bring you some food! And Thristan wants to meet you now. So as soon as you’re done eating we can go to meet him.” Her blue eyes are set in a young face, but a power and knowledge rests in her lanky form, a glow under the dust. Like all these children: a diamond in the rough.].

Rotenh Dal: He forces his features to brighten as he looks down at the little girl, his hand moving to take up the tray, grabbing one of the pieces of bread, and using it to gather some meat and cheese, before eating the makeshift sandwich. “This is delightful, I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had anything but pickled fish. So, what are your names? And would you like any?”

Vintasnah: [They giggle a bit and watch you eat intently, but not out of hunger. They shake their heads at the questions. “I’m Mir’nah and this is Jeoffry. And we just ate but thank you.”]

Rotenh Dal: “Well it’s very nice to meet you two.” He smiles at the giggling kids, and looks away from the food for a moment to get a look around the hall. “So, where is this Thirsty fellow?” He does his best at a jest referencing the boy’s name, though, not being the best with kids, he’s unsure as just how it’ll go through.

Vintasnah: [Mir’nah looks to Jeoffry and whispers in his ear. He skips off laughing down the hallway and calling back, He’s not Thirsty! He’s Thristan!" Mir’nah laughs after him and takin gyour hand leads you down the left hallway, you and your tray of food in tow. She giggles ever so often at his antics, her smile bright. “You really are silly, Mister.”]

Rotenh Dal: He smirks as he watches the boy bound off the hallway, bending a bit as the girl takes his hand, he follows her giggling self, her words moving through him deeply. /Who-Are-You/ “Silly, it seems.”

Vintasnah: [“What?” The girl stops in front of a door and looks up at you.]

Rotenh Dal: He glances down to the confused girl, slipping out of his own introspection with the realization that he spoke aloud. “Oh, it was nothing. Don’t worry about it. Are we here?”

Vintasnah: [She raises an eyebrow at you, though the glint og humor is still in her features. Nodding she knocks on the door three times and the familiar voice of The Oracle ushers them in. The girl, pushing open the door stands aside and closes the door after you enter in. When, or if, you do enter in, you are greeted by The Oracle, Thomas, and the boy from the previous day who came into the room to retrieve Vintasnah. Thomas stands to greet you. “Good evening, Sir Rotenh dal. I… I hope you slept well.”]

Rotenh Dal: After stepping into the room, he moves to grasp Thomas’ hand and shakes it in greeting. “Yes, well I’m certainly not tired any longer.” His gaze moves past Thomas and the Oracle to fall onto the boy. “And you would be Thristan?”

Vintasnah: [“Quite! And you are Rotenh dal. The Oracle has told us much about you.” he laughs a bit, “Far more than you would care for us to know, I’m sure, but, that’s how it is with the all seeing ones. Can’t be helped.” His voice is low, his whole being a few years beyond the trials of puberty but still a boy in the flesh.]

Rotenh Dal: He nods a bit at the boy’s words, his gaze appraising as it moves over his young form, his brow shooting up at the mention of the Oracle telling more than he would like known.

Vintasnah: [“I see this worries! Don’t let it. She only looked for proof that you are the one foretold of. And it appears you are. The goddess has made doubly sure of proving that…” his voice lightens and he sounds more his age, miore fitting to his form, but just as suddenly he takes back that low tonality, a voice with a burden. “Please, sit, there is much to talk of and then you will have some more rest. You might not want it, but, you will need your strength and mental bearing for this one, I assure you.”

Vintasnah: ]*

Vintasnah: [[My sister says I have 4 minutes left and then I have to go to bed. Lol she’s such a mother. :p]]

Rotenh Dal: A frown moves over his features as the boy’s words become heavy, he moves to take a seat, crossing one leg over the other knee before he speaks quietly. “Very well then speak.”

Rotenh Dal: (lawl)

Rotenh Dal: (Well then wrap it up.)

Vintasnah: [“Thank you, Sir. I shall. Now… where…? Well I suppose the near beginning somewhere is better than nothing. You know who we are, although you don’t wuite yet know why we are. Or maybe you do. Let’s touch on that first. That mark on your arm was given to you in birth as was the mark on all of us. Years ago our ancestors were cursed and condemned to death and some escaped. this you well know. They were marked and now we bear such markings because somewhere in each blood line there are people who will stand up to defeat The Order. And their unknown god… These marks will be bear and so will our children until there comes such a time when The Order is defeated. But as you will guess, you cannot kill a flower by merely hacking at its petals. They are what is shown but the roots sustain the whole system keeping them together. Our journey is to the petals. Yours, Sir, is to the roots.”]

Vintasnah: And there we will end it.

Rotenh Dal: (gotcha)

Vintasnah: Okay. Lol. Well then I hope you were not bored. :p I’m off to bed. School in the morning.

Vintasnah: Night. _

Rotenh Dal: G’night.

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Session 14
Orphans: Thousands of Them

Vintasnah: [You last left off in the orphanage in a room full of sooty children. The “owner” lef twith Vintasnah having only good intentions to get her cleaned up and rested. Eventually, only moments after even, he returns for you and leads you into a small walk in closet sized room with a small wooden tub filled to the middle with just barely luke warm water. It’s all they have but they want you to you use, to clean and to rest for as long as you need. When you are finished whether it be the next couple of hours or next day, everyone is awake and excited to greet you and Vintasnah has been rinsed of all the blood on her clothes save one red mark, barely noticeable, appearing as a small freckle just to the right of right eye].

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Rotenh Dal: He takes a quick bath in the water provided, doing his best to get clean and fresh with the resources provided, before he rises, dries off, and gets dressed once more, leaving the closet, he looks off in an attempt to find vinny, smiling as he gets to her, seeing that she’s all fixed up, he speaks. “How are you feeling/”

(11:27:39 PM) Vintasnah: She looks up at you, a smile alighting on her face, her unnaturally glossy white teeth shimmering in the dull light, her eyes a bit brighter. Her hair is wet but she doesn’t make an attempt to dry it, nor does she seem to mind the slightly damp clothes she is wearing because of her damp person. “I am.. much better.” She attempts in common.

(11:29:35 PM) Vintasnah: [The man smiles a welcoming smile back at you and the children which have all gathered in a large semi-circle on the ground around the man and Vinny all stare up at you in reverant awe and mischief. “Welcome back, Sir Rot. I am glad you did not take so long, although I would not have stopped you if you wanted to rest longer”.]

(11:31:59 PM) Rotenh Dal: He speaks in elvish to Vinny, so as to make it easier for her to understand his words, as they stand within the semi-circle of children. “Well I’m glad to hear that you’re doing better. Did you get nicked there by your eye?” He glances over to the man who speaks, nodding to his words, though his brow raises at the title of “Sir Rot”. “Well, it wouldn’t do to rest and sit about, while your sitting here waiting to explain things to me.”

(11:40:02 PM) Vintasnah: Vinny looks up at you, her brows furrowing together. She lifts her fingers to her face and shakes her head at you. She is not aware of any cut. [Thomas looks to the two of you and in elven plainly states, “No need for the language barrier I assure you. And every child here can speak it as well as several other languages if you require it.” A knowing glance followed by a succession of giggles… Thomas quiets them down and looks back to the two of you. “Your friend, Sir Rot, has been marked. As have you, I would imagine. Probably wouldn’t have noticed it before now though. It would look like a freckle or small red spot somewhere on your body.”] [[This is where you will recall that, over all your body you do have one little freckle on your upper forearm, but its been there since birth.]]

(11:44:12 PM) Rotenh Dal: His head tilts to the side, suddenly thinking that there might be more to than this rabble of children than he had initially thought, he crosses his arms over his chest at the reminder of the small red freckle eyeing thomas with his dark blue gaze as he speaks. “Okay, I have a red freckle, what does it mean?”

(11:48:01 PM) Vintasnah: [“It means you aren’t our enemy.” He smiles at you as he pulls up the pant leg to reveal a red spot identical to Vinny’s and yours on his knee cap. Even as he does this all the children stand up and either pulling up skirts and pants or sleeves they each reveal a small red dot. “You see, there is no such thing as coincidence, Sir Rot. Please, have a seat and We’ll talk all about it, shall we?”] Vintasnah looks up at you and grabs your arm. Her eyes show no fear, just acceptance and compassion for the people around her.

(11:50:14 PM) Rotenh Dal: His brows raise high, as he takes in the dots all around, his curiosity officially piqued. The feel of Vinny grasping his arm, makes him look down to her, sighing and nodding in acceptance, before returning his gaze to Thomas. “Very well then.” He draws downwards to take a seat in the nearest chair, assuming there is one.

(11:54:25 PM) Vintasnah: [[There is! Just for you and Vinny :) ]]

(3/22/2010 12:02:32 AM) Vintasnah: [As you sit down the children also sit down, all smiles and curiosity as of children getting a bedtime story, indeed, that same brightness of life and joy resides even now in their eyes as they wait for Thomas to speak. “We- No, let’s start somewhere a little earlier. Ah. An estimated seven hundred years ago there to this day there was a festival held in one of the great flowering city-kingdoms on the northern continent. A ceremony for the gods was taking place when a group of 12 came foreward preparing a dance exactly like the one you have seen this day. Twelve innocents were slaughtered and their blood, as it is written ‘coalesced’ into a large spherical mass’ and exploded into tiny, pin point sized dots. These smaller versions of the larger whole were sent to the ends of the Earth marking hundreds upon thousands of innocents.” He paused to let the information sink in a bit making sure you both followed him thus far.]

(12:03:58 AM) Rotenh Dal: "Seven-hundred years ago seems to be a popular time for things to have happened.

(12:03:59 AM) Rotenh Dal: "

(12:05:49 AM) Vintasnah: [“Seven hundred years ago was the beginning of our history now. It was the turning point in history when Fate decided not to be so kind and has sense turned a blind eye upon us, Sir Rot. If you know your history, and the kind I’m talking about you probably wouldn’t anyway, you would know that seven hundred years ago life changed for everyone, and unfortunately, for the worse. Any other questions so far?”]

(12:06:01 AM) Vintasnah: since*

(12:06:46 AM) Rotenh Dal: “Ah, no, you can continue.”

(12:11:42 AM) Vintasnah: [He nods. “After a very short period of time it was learned that these marked innocent were being sought out and murdered for various reasons by the same group that sent the curse to them. The Elders of the churches banded together in those days and gathered the many marked, hiding them through out the cities in Underground tunnels and houses. Most were sent to an Underground city that up until then, no one had known existed save a very few, as the history books go. These people were then able to live out the rest of their lives and have offspring. However, the curse and the marks included, were passed through the blood lines. You, Sir Rot, and now your young friend, are both marked. You have been your entire life, I would wager. Her.. we know she was just marked this day. Questions?”]

(12:13:01 AM) Rotenh Dal: “So, a brand new batch of people have been spashed with the blood that just won’t wash off now?”

(12:14:33 AM) Vintasnah: [“No. This ceremony, as the children who were with you have seen, was performed especially for your young friend. This mark is a part of the body and the blood. As of yet, there has been no way to remove the mark. Which is why we are as you see us. Young and old and orphaned.”]

(12:15:48 AM) Rotenh Dal: “Yes, how exactly is it that all the children are in your care? I understand that their guardians were likely hunted down by the organization, yes?”

(12:21:28 AM) Vintasnah: ["Ah, yes, that. Well. First of all. “The organization” as you call it is not too far off. They are a group called The Order. I imagine you can take a guess as to when they first appeared. The parents of some of these are past, but most actually have parents. They live under the cities, existing in self exile. Because the Order does not know they still yet live they do not know they have children. We bring up their children and integrate them into Orphanages. Dirt and scraggly clothes make a person far more invisible than anyone could understand. The dirt and stains and worn clothes keep them from being noticed as well as covering any visible markings. They come and go like ghosts through the crowds. We teach them here and they are all excellent students. We are a small group of the larger whole, scattered across continents. These children are some of the best thieves, rogues, spell crafters, and historians you will ever meet. You see-" He takes a good look at the kids, now all beaming with pride, “Our ancestors were meant to be killed for one of two reasons. For what the people themselves could become, or because of the people who would be brought into this world centuries later through their blood lines.”]

(12:25:30 AM) Rotenh Dal: “Ah, well that would explain the fact that I don’t see many broken limbs or rotting teeth among these children. As a normality, those would terribly prevelant, along with emaciation.” He leans back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other as he ruminates over what he’s learned so far, he draws his sleeve upwards, to eye the red dot on his upper forearm, next to his elbow. The action reveals his metal-laced arm fin to the room. “And what exactly could we become?”

(12:29:38 AM) Vintasnah: [He smiles an amused lop sided smile at you. “Well, we have often wondered that. But we believe to ask that would be asking the wrong question. He believe, rather that it is nothing we will become, rather, what we already are. If The Order had its way none of us would be born, and yet here we all sit, alive and well. There is no better time than now, Sir Rot. We believe the future is already come for us and that Fate has decided to bat her eyes our way. Good Sir, we are The Guild of The Forgotten and we welcome you.” He bows ever so slightly in his chair. “We tell you this much for a few reasons. Would you care to hear them?”]

(12:30:28 AM) Rotenh Dal: “I’d love to.”

(12:36:03 AM) Vintasnah: [“Go get them, Emily.” he waves a hand at a blond haired brown eyed beauty in the back of the room, maybe ten years old. She scampers into the hallway and disappears around a corner. “Your coming was foretold. We expected something on this day to begin with, but the Oracle told us just weeks ago that you were coming. We are… almost sure we know who you are, if you would allow me to be so frank, but we have reason to doubt as well. So, if you don’t mind, our Oracle wishes an audience with you both. She would also ask your permission in performing a small ceremony to assure us of- Ah! There she is.” Three small girls, triplets, with red frizzy hair, one red spot each in the same place on the left side of the left eye, all with pale grey eyes enter into the room, all holding hands, lead by Emily.]

(12:38:09 AM) Vintasnah: [The mess of children all scoot back against the walls opening a path for the identical triplets as Emily closes the door behind them].

(12:47:51 AM) Vintasnah: There you are! What happened?!

(12:48:04 AM) Rotenh Dal: My computer decided to cut out of the internet entirely.

(12:48:07 AM) Rotenh Dal: So I restarted it.

(12:48:18 AM) Vintasnah: Ah. Is much better now. You still with me?

(12:48:51 AM) Rotenh Dal: Lets see, I got two messages after mine, one starting with go get them emily, and the other starting with the mess of children.

(12:49:08 AM) Vintasnah: Yep, that’s them. Your turn. lol

(12:49:19 AM) Rotenh Dal: Alright lemme read them.

(12:50:50 AM) Rotenh Dal: “What sort of ritual, exactly?” His eyes narrow, at the man, before the girl suddenly walks back into the room, with the three other, presumably blind girls.

(12:57:04 AM) Vintasnah: [“I am not blind”, the three girls speak in unison, calling your attention from Thomas. “I can see the now, the past, and the future. I have seen you Rotenh Dal of the Northern Continent and you Vintasnah. I have seen you but I wish to attempt to verify that you are the ones I have seen for a specific purpose. With your permission, I will put you into a gentle trance and explore your time line, as much as I am able. The girl’s as well.”]

(12:58:36 AM) Rotenh Dal: He jumps a bit as they all speak out against his mere thought, his hand moving back to rake through his hair, as he listens to their words and considers it for a moment. You can read mine, if you’d like, You’ll have to ask Vinny if she’s willing to let you pry through her own life though.

(1:03:37 AM) Vintasnah: [They look to Vinny, all at the same time and smile up at her. She nods back down at them, a wry smile on her features. “Do not worry,” they reply to her in Elven. “Though you cannot see it, I am able.” In common, “Now, take the girl by the hand and sit here, apart from each other in the center of the room.” The triplet on the left and right both move at the same time, facing each side of the room while the center one looks at the both of you and in unison says, “Now, everyone, concentrate on seeing what cannot be seen with your mortal eyes.”]

(1:09:46 AM) Rotenh Dal: He draws his hand into Vinny’s, walking her to the center of the room, before sitting down in the center of the room, getting into the correct position, the last bit of directions causes his brow to raise, and unable to resist a smart-ass remark, he speaks. “Somewhat vague there aren’t we?”

(1:09:46 AM) Vintasnah <auto-reply> : I’m not here right now

(1:12:05 AM) Vintasnah: [“If you attempt to be specific with time, you die.” They close
their eyes in unison and the rest of the room follows in suit. Whether you choose to close your eyes or not you’ll feel it there in the back of your mind: a prodding and pleading as of someone trying to find a way in. You’ll hear a soft gentle three toned hum coming somewhere from behind your eyes, your hands will feel light and everything about you will begin to feel the effect of the magic growing in the room].

(1:14:24 AM) Rotenh Dal: Every muscle in his body tightens, as he suddenly feels that invasive prodding at the back of his mind. Even knowing what is happening, he does his best not to lash out against that unwanted tendril of magic, he fights not to take it harness it, and send it right back, his eyes close, as he focuses his willpower on reigning in his reflexive need to strike back, doing his best to open himself to the reading, his breathing heavy, as the hum fills the room and magic drifts through the air.

(1:21:22 AM) Vintasnah: [The hum penetrates your body and becomes a part of you… but then, something else. That natural resistance to fight it. That rebellion weighs heavy on your heart now even as you feel yourself slipping away you can hear the three toned voice of the oracle crying out, “NO!” You travel through time now, dumped in the land which you had so recently come from, except in their time its been so much longer. The entire time you are in the past your agitation is apparent, ruthless even. When you are again suddenly pulled from the group, shortly after the large one was taken by the demons… Instead of reappearing back in the room you reappear still in their time period. It has been months since they have seen you last and you are there again for only a short time. Your body feels the jerk of time pulling on your very flesh and you ripped from then into the same moment you had left in. Your body is worn and beaten from your endless travel with the group of the past as well as through time. You know you’re back where you started, you even know you are back when you started, even though your eyes are still closed and your body strewn flat, face down on the ground].

(1:23:47 AM) Rotenh Dal: He gasps, as he’s suddenly dumped back into the room, he pushes himself upwards, his eyes opening, as he looks around. His clothes battered and dirtied, his gaze wide and paranoid as he takes in his surroundings.

(1:27:44 AM) Vintasnah: [Your opened eyes, now greeted by an impossibly bright light take a moment to adjust. First everything is a blur, a bight brilliant blue blur. Everything is still. Everything is waiting. When your eyes finally refocus the first thing you see are the people at ground level with you. All the children, even the oracle, are on the ground, face down, their voices gentle hums; prayers. Floating above you is Vintasnah’s body. And behind that, a woman…]

(1:29:41 AM) Rotenh Dal: He blinks and does his best to shield his gaze with his hand, for a moment, as he gets used to the brightness, and allows everything to come into focus. Slowly, he rises up from the ground, to look up at Vinny, and then around to eye the woman behind her.

(1:40:18 AM) Vintasnah: [[So sorry! Sarah just went home. _]]

(1:40:40 AM) Rotenh Dal: (Gotcha. Aweful nice of her to put up with DnD going on in the background.)

(1:41:03 AM) Vintasnah: [[hehe, nawww, she was working on her wire sculpture so all is well. _]]

(1:46:22 AM) Vintasnah: [The woman watches as you rise and as her form and figure and dress come into focus you realize you’ve seen this woman before. You know her, although the differences between only moments ago and now are evident. “Greetings, Rotenh Dal.” The older figure of Sentisdeh, Rain as you once knew her, luminescent, bright, and years older, though no older in appearance than mid-twenties, her black raven hair flowing to the back of her knees the familiar white streaks still there. As you notice, her form is more liquid than solid but very much physical and inches above the ground, a small pool or water below her floating feet].

(1:47:44 AM) Vintasnah: pool of water*

(1:49:51 AM) Rotenh Dal: He straightens out, and stretches his body, as the woman comes into focus, eyeing her form, and the differences, but mostly the similarities to the girl he knew, his hand moving up to brush through his hair, as he speaks. “Nice to see you again Sentisdeh, the years have most certainly been good for you.. well unless of course you dislike the whole water aura that you seem to keep about.” He smiles, looking around the room once more, to see if any of the children are even concious of the fact that he’s there. “Also, why is Vinny hovering?”

(1:55:38 AM) Vintasnah: [The gasps of many fill the room at your speech. “Goddess…” a meek voice from the back of the room, “Is it right for him to speak to you in such a-” “Silence!” The oracle calls from bended knee to the questioner. Sentisdeh looks at the child, a gentle smile on her features. “Worry not, Fan-diir. He is an old acquaintance and has been through enough to address me as such.” Looking back her gentle smile rests lightly on her lips. “It has been seven centuries since last I saw you face to face but I know that even now you have just returned from final visit with… us.” The pain was evident in her eyes as she spoke it, her whole form shaking ever so lightly as of a ripple in a pond, though the smile still stays].

(1:59:19 AM) Rotenh Dal: He looks at the girl who speaks up, arching a brow at the title placed upon the girl he knew, he turns about, his gaze locking upon her once again. “Goddess eh? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you were quite bearing that title yet, a few minu.. seven centuries ago.” He smirks a bit at his own jest, before continuing. “So that was the final visit? I’m not going to go popping in on you fellows again? Also, vinny is hovering.”

(2:04:28 AM) Vintasnah: “No. I had not yet earned that title when last you saw me, though it is mine to bear now. And no,” her smile fades, “you will not ever again come to see us I’m afraid. Though, it was for the best… As for my daughter, Rotenh’dal, though I would take the frankness from your lips in regards to myself I would ask that you refer to her as Vintas’nah. It is my wish. As for her current location… it is because I have yet to decide her fate.” Her expression, only moments ago welcoming, are now serious, pained, and the familiar expression of motherly concern dull the colour in her cheeks, even the glow of her aura].

(2:12:18 AM) Rotenh Dal: “That’s unfortunate, I actually grew to like them, once I was sure that I wasn’t just crazy and hallucinating about their existance, that is.. Vintasnah is your daughter? I suppose I can see the similarity, might also explain the fact that I was drawn to you, when you were still a young girl as well. About the whole deciding her fate thing, well that, I’m not so cool with. You want me to call her Vintasnah instead of Vinny, that’s perfectly fine, but if you’re out to harm her in any way, then you might as well use your divine mumbo jumbo to take me out first, because if anything happens to that girl, any hair on her head harmed at all, I’ll do my damdest to see if a mere mortal really can harm a god.” His voice draws down to a threatening manner at the end, the protective guardian part of him, rising up within.

(2:16:42 AM) Vintasnah: [The entire room gasps and shudders, awaiting your sudden and sure imminent death.] Instead, however, the goddess laughs. “Haha, how many centuries has it been since I laughed. Surely at least six. No Rotenh’dal, you mistake my meaning. She is my daughter, born of the love between my long dead mate and myself before my body became what you see now. I love her far more than I could ever love anything… However, I sent her here selfishly. To fight a battle that is not truly hers. Her body is not taking and now the mark. I mean not to harm her Rotenh’dal but to take her back home… However, if things persist as they have been, I wonder how long her and I would have to live in such a home…”

(2:16:54 AM) Vintasnah: surely*

(2:22:18 AM) Vintasnah: -pokepokepokepokepoke-

(2:22:26 AM) Rotenh Dal: ((gah sorry)

(2:22:45 AM) Vintasnah: [[You falling asleep? we can end here.]]

(2:22:57 AM) Rotenh Dal: ((Nope, the aim window didn’t flash))

(2:23:15 AM) Vintasnah: [[lawl. well what you wanna do?]]

(2:23:31 AM) Rotenh Dal: ((Umm keep going?))

(2:23:45 AM) Vintasnah: [[okay. lol your turn]]

(2:24:47 AM) Rotenh Dal: He visibly calms at her words, nodding lightly, his arms crossing over his
chest. “Tell me about the battle first, if it means she’ll be safer from harm if she’s with you, then that is where she should be.”

(2:35:47 AM) Vintasnah: “When you last… when-” She turns to the group of children, “Children, please leave the room with the oracle. And please, go with my blessing and thanks.” Slowly the children, Thomas, and the oracle leave the room, some chancing a glance at the goddess and met with loving smiles in return. When the room is empty, she moves her hand and Vintas’nah’s form rests gently on the ground. “We set out as many. We came back so few… again. Countless souls recycled back into the Earth, his burden now to bear. Mine was my failure. I-” though her face is steady, and her body poised, her spirit was becoming less and less, her aura visibly changing with her mood, though never leaving her. “She will one day become what I am. Hopefully with less blood on her hands. I exist only for her, Rotenh’dal. No other. However, my battle is not yet done and hers, if she chooses, is just beginning. She doesn’t know who she is. I took her from this place when she was ten, after her father was killed. She has lived as water for six years, abandoning all memories of her life here. She was meant to rebuild her body and mind, to regain those memories and choose her path. She has been here many weeks, and her body still refuses to complete itself.”

(2:40:45 AM) Rotenh Dal: He glances back to watch as the children file out, catching their looks towards their goddess, he shrugs, and returns his gaze, waiting for them to go, and the woman to finish, before speaking. “So, the earth recycles souls? And how exactly do we get her to complete herself? She’s made several strides towards knowing herself better, since she’s been with me, but it’s obvious that she isn’t all there just yet.”

(2:44:04 AM) Vintasnah: “That is why I hesitate to take her back. She is fond of you Roten’dal… and I sent her to you knowing full well you would take care of her. I saw how much you cared for her and myself in the past. I knew you would keep her well guarded and safe in the future… I told you, I would never forget you.” She smiled at him, the nostalgia evident in her looks. “If you wish it, I will leave her here in your stead with my blessings. She has grown… you must continue to urge her. I cannot yet let her see me, it would be too much for her.”

(2:47:17 AM) Rotenh Dal: He smiles softly, as the nastalgia draws over the woman’s features, a chill running down his spine, as the phrase “I told you I would never forget you” sets everything in place, from the meeting at the inn, until now, he nods lightly at the words. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to her, if that is what you wish. I’ll do my best to guide her towards completeness, but I seem to be constantly beset by something, or things, that seems to have it in it’s head I should die.”

(2:48:49 AM) Vintasnah: “Yes. Well, to be honest, he never really liked you from the start. Try as you did to have such good intentions…”

(2:49:55 AM) Rotenh Dal: “What?”

(2:53:20 AM) Vintasnah: The worry crosses her features and the apparent choice to be made battles for dominance in her thoughts. “You will remember one day. I cannot tell you myself. Just know that… it has always been your Fate to serve and protect us.” [She turns ever so slightly to take in the full view of her daughter… and even as you blink your eyes, she’s is gone before you even register it.]

(2:53:30 AM) Vintasnah: End Session

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Session 13
We Dance In Death

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Vintasnah: Alright. Sry, I was attempting to make some icons for Helena.

Vintasnah: Okay. So here we go.

Rotenh Dal: Alrighty.

Vintasnah: [We last left off with a tall thin lanky man raising his banner to the sky, some strange humming reminiscent of some form of speach dripping from his lips. His voice had everyone at a standstill, this unplanned event capturing the attention of all… except two young very dirty children attempting to lead Vintasnah and Rotenh Dal away from the large crowd.]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps an eye on the man, allowing the child to lead him back, his brows furrowed as he wonders just what is happening.

Vintasnah: [The young girl smiles up at you, bright white teeth showing under her soot covered
cheeks, her hair a mess of red and twigs. She takes a hold of your hand, firmly and starts to slowly pull you through the crowd. People around you don’t seem to notice as they are so enthralled with the view ahead of them. Ahead of you at the oposite end of the crowd you can just barely see Vintashnah being lead by another small child, a little boy. You see her look over her shoulder fear written in all of her features, her shoulders strained. Even as she turns to see you following in the distance a loud clamour of oohing and awwing echoes from the crowd as twelve women enter the middle of the crowd parting the people in waves. They begin to chant the same chant as the man now situated behind them. In rythme with this chant they begin to dance. Forming a circle they take partners from the crowd performing a ballet of such grace as has not been seen by these people in many years].

Rotenh Dal: He does his best to catch Vinny’s gaze as she looks around in distress, in an attempt to assure her that wherever she’s being taken, it is not being done so alone. He frowns uneasily at the ballet happening behind him, getting somewhat of a sense of foreboding, even if it is unfounded, as the people look on in awe, he draws his gaze back dowwnards to regard the little girl that pulls him away.

Vintasnah: [The little girl is all thin hair and freckles, probably no older than ten years. She’s bone thin but not disgustingly so. She obciously gets just enough to eat to keep her healthy and alive. Your first impression is an obvious one: orphan. She doesn’t look back at you however, she is now, more than ever, determined to get out of this crowd and this becomes apparent when she starts stepping on other people’s feet intentionally just to get them to move out of her way. As she trods on dragging you behind her you hear a sharp gasp behind you. The humming is now unexplainabley loud, echoing off the walls in a sudden blast of vocal dischord. Each woman, partner in hand and faster than anyone could actually register what was going on they pulled blades from their robes and slaugtered the innocents they had pulled from the crowds. The badies had fallen to the ground and the blood already pulling before anyone could even scream. But as the first scream came so the others followed. The dancers scattered like insects into the crowd, dispearing into the shadows even as the man who was holding the banner had snuck away before the first body hit the ground. The dancers claimed no more lives but the chaos, once begun could not even now be detered. Flag poles crashed all around as the people frantically clamoured over one another. The center of the square where twelve bodies now lay sprawled in a perfect circle was the only place the frantic people would not enter].

Rotenh Dal: A gasp steals the air from his lips as he suddenly watches as the chaos erupt, in a quick flurry of blood and violence, his eyes dart to where Vinny is being led, and gravitates towards her as he makes his way through the crowd, his hand clasping with the child’s in turn, as he uses his bulk and build to shoulder and push people out of the way in his determined trek to secure Vinny’s safety.

Vintasnah: [Though the people cannot be seen, the purple robed men and women are still present. The humming begins again, the low chant rising up, seemingly from the cobbled streets below. A voice cries out, large and masculine, a powerful baritone rising above the hum in more audible words. The words are not in common but the sound stirs up fear in the masses as the square is still frantically being vacated. The baritone cries out, and though the language is undetermineable it provokes thoughts and feelings into the people around. No translation needed. Even Rot can feel the call inside him, "To find, to seek out, to attach and attack. To freedom to flight and to vengeance to truth! A battle cry that even the dead would respond to. And they do. Or rather, the blood of those that is now spilled. The blood that had pooled around the bodies now stirs like ripples in a pond and like liquid fingers stretch out and grasp coming together in the center of the circle formed by the fallen. The blood like a river reeled into the air, a familiar dance, and swam above the crowd as if searching. Rot would see it coalescing about the air above them, stop, and as if someone had gathered it together in a bucket and then flung it outward the pool of flowing blood flung forward and wrapping around Vinny’s form stained the clothes she wore. Like a beacon Vinny now stood in the crowd. The bioy at her side frantically tore at her arm pulilng her even harder and faster down the street into a side alley. The girl at your feet cries out and jerks on your arm breaking into a run. As she pulls you she points upward, the twelve dancers now standing on rooftops, all eyes on Vintasnah].

Rotenh Dal: Fear reflects in his eyes, as the animated blood swirls around and tightens about Vinny’s body, he growls, and tenses, drawing the girl up into the crook of his arm like a small playtoy, before barreling forward, running in a straight line towards Vinny, sprinting and driving people down to the cobbled stone streets, his heart thundering in his chest, as he does his best to catch up to Vinny in all the chaos.

Vintasnah: [You see them disappear behind a corner, one of the dancers disapearing just behind them. As you turn the corner, this alley devoid of all people as it dead ends into one of the many buildings. Vintasnah’s clothes are stained from top to bottom, her hair now even red in the sunlight. She is plastered flat against a wall, one of the dancers holding the small boy by the neck in mid air, his feet dangling some three feet above the ground his fingers grasping frantically at those tightening around his neck. Vintasnah’s eyes are focused on the dancer, giving her her full attention. As you round the corner you hear in elven a gentle female voice say,“I won’t ask again. Tell us where she is, or we shall call her down with your death. Either way you will die, Haaquidarnha.”

Rotenh Dal: As soon as he rounds the corner and takes in the scene, he draws his arm up and flicks his wrist, readying a needle in his free hand, before letting fly at the dancer’s back.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19

Rotenh Dal: 27

Vintasnah: Attack roll?

Rotenh Dal: Yes.

Vintasnah: You hit.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 2 sides. The die showed: 2

Rotenh Dal: 2 damage and a fort save.

Vintasnah: rolled 11.

Rotenh Dal: Total?

Vintasnah: lol, yeah. dice bag hates me.

Rotenh Dal: Alrighty, well the fort DC for the Choldrith Toxin is 15, so she is unconcious.

Vintasnah: gragghghghghg. fine. lol

Vintasnah: :p

Rotenh Dal: (one moment, taking dinner out of the oven)

Vintasnah: [In a flash the dancer topples the ground, the small boy landing gracelessly in a clump of torn clothes, coughing and hacking on the ground. The girl under your should kicks and squirms her way out from under your arms. She scurries over the boy and grabs him by the shoulders. He puts a hand up and she backs up to give him space thought its plain to see that all she wants to do is hug him and just make sure he’s okay. Which he is. When he’s on his feet and has his breathe waves at you and sputters out a thanks. The girl comes back and looks behind you, “We have to hurry, they’ll send another if we’re not fast!” The boy goes over to Vintasnha and grabs her hand. He quickly drages her over to a pile of crates and boxes and pushing one aside reveals a small crawl space that you will just barely be able to fit into. He points and shoves Vintashnah towards it as the girl does the same to you].

Rotenh Dal: He nods to the thanks and the warning to hurry, moving forward, to help Vinny along, as he draws into the crawlspace, though it is likely a tight fit, he squeezes into it.

Vintasnah: [The girl scoots in before Vintasnah and and scurries through the hole like a rat in a familar maze. The boy squeezes in behind you, backwards, taking the rear of the group and replaces the crates he had to move making the small tunnel unnoticeable. The tunnel you will notice smells like many dead and rotted animals. The compulsion to puke surfaces everyonce in a while… The tunnel is black, but so tight you can’t really lose a person. Ahead you can hear the sound of someone going, “oof” as the sound of feet hits a drit ground. And just as suddenly Vintasnah lets out a her own rebuttle as falls face forward three feet down. Make a reflex.]

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17

Rotenh Dal: 22

Rotenh Dal: (Rolling pretty good tonight.)

Vintasnah: you suck. Lol.

Rotenh Dal: ehhehe X}

Vintasnah: [You meet the same ledge Vintashnah just toppled over, except you gracefully roll forward and land bent over on your knees. Vintasnah is standing, hunched so as not to hit the ceiling, but the small crawl space has now really turned into a tunnel. The boy behind you shuffles down. “This way,” he whispers and gives you a gentle nudge forward. “Sorry about the smell, but it sends suspicious bodies the other way.”

Rotenh Dal: “I’d ask about how you go about producing it, but then I don’t think I’d like the answer.” He grumbles and draws his shirt up above his nose in an attempt to filter out the smell, sidling up to Vinny, moving to take her hand and squeeze it securely, before following the two urchins.

Vintasnah: [She doesn’t even seem to realize you’re there. Or at least, if she does, she doesn’t say anything. You can tell she’s tense, her entire body stiff and rigid. The boy behind you snickers, “You really don’t want to know.” Ahead of you the girl leading also snickers and after another ten minutes pass, having followed this tunnel left and right, forks in the tunnel appearing almost every ten steps or so you finally see light filtering from above you, a wooden door in the ceiling. The little girl knocks on it ever so lightly in simple pattern beat and seconds light the light filters in as you all are pulled up by many hands, all small and childlike].

Rotenh Dal: He draws forward into wherever the hands lead, drawing Vinny in after him, his gaze alert, his muscles rigid, still not sure about the situation, or what might happen to either of them in this new environment.

Vintasnah: sry, needed more tea

Rotenh Dal: No problem.

Vintasnah: [As you crawl up through the hole you are greeted by twenty some odd kids. All soot covered, tattered and thin. They all stared in awe as you and Vintasnah crawled through and entered into their home].

Rotenh Dal: His brows draw together as he rises to his full height, towering above the many children all covered in soot, his confusion evident as he looks around the area. “What is this? The chimney-sweeper’s guildhall?”

Vintasnah: “We’re orphans.” One of the girls sarcastically spits out at you. “And what are you? The-” She’s cut off by a hand over her mouth. “Mary!” A young brunette boy next to her proclaims. "Show them some repsect… " looking at the boy standing enxt to you Rot, he smiles, “Thomas, are these the two?” The boy nods. Another girl from the back walks up slowly to Vintasnah and touches her, awe writ on her features. Then she smiles up at you. “You guys aren’t what we expected at all!”

Rotenh Dal: He glances around at all the little orphans as they look at Vinny with Awe, his arms crossing over his chest. “What exactly are we, that you would be expecting us?”

Vintasnah: “Don’t you know who you are?” The red head who’s been traveling with you steps in front of you, her arms crossed to mimic you, a stern but confussed expression your only reward.

Rotenh Dal: “Yes, I am a very very confused individual in the middle of a room with soot-covered children who all seem to know more than I about whats going on.”

Vintasnah: Several of the children start laughing. A few of them cover their mouths in an attempt to not seem rude. The red head drops her arms and walks out of the room and dissapears behind a corner. She re-enters with a man of about thirty years, worn and weathered but young, his youth still present in his eyes and smile. “By the gods, you’re actually here. Well, that is if you are who they think you are… Then again, does anyone really know who they are, you know I’ve given that some thought and-” a small boy gives him a nudge and he looks back up at you, “oh! I’m so sorry. I have… tendencies.” he laughs and extends his hand towards you.

Rotenh Dal: He can’t help but smile, as all the children break out into laughter, glancing over at Vinny, to see if she’s coming out of the fague that the events seemed to put her into, before the man appears, he listens to the odd dialect, and tendency to draw out more than he means to say. “Ah yes, it’s perfectly fine, I’m Rotenh Dal, this is Vinny.” He extends his hand to clasp with the other man.

Vintasnah: “I am Thomas.” He smiles at you, meeting your height but slouching all the same. As he takes his hand from yours he finally turns to Vintasnah and unknowingly straightens a bit. When he realizes that dried blodd has begun to coagulate all over her clothes and her hair he steps back and coughs. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea! Mary, Thompson, henry and Judith around to all the different clothing stores and buy parts and pieces of outfits, steal them if you have to. She needs new clothes… Please my dear, I think you aught to wash this wretched magic off of you now…” He gently grabs her by the arm and lbegins to lead her away, “I’ll return momentarily. We have a bath, it’s a small one, but she’ll be able to get clean. Susan and Terra, follow me so that you can help her…” He smiles reasurringly at you and the other children watch, fear in the eyes of some.

Rotenh Dal: He watches the man as he begins to lead Vinny away, attempting to gauge his intentions.

Rotenh Dal: Sense Motive

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10

Rotenh Dal: 10

Vintasnah: he lies not.

Rotenh Dal: He nods softly, and lets the man go off, standing akwardly in the room of the many sooty urchins.

Vintasnah: [Several of the children ran off to do the bidding of Thomas, obviously the guy in charge here. One of the girls looks up ay you all brown curls and blue eyes].

Vintasnah: [End Session]

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Session 12
Onward and Upward

Rotenh Dal from x.×.×.29 joined the chat 33 seconds ago
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Vintasnah: Okay and we start.

Vintasnah: [The last we left off Rot was outside, burying his new and now gone forever friends.

Vintasnah had fallen asleep on the floor but very lightly].

Rotenh Dal: He stretches out, after finishing his work, doing his best to keep his mind from it’s morbid thoughts, as he makes his way into the house.

Vintasnah: At the sound of his coming Vinny wakes up from her short lived nap. “Rot?”

Rotenh Dal: “Yes, Vinny, I’m right here.”

Vintasnah: “I don’t want to be here anymore…” She stares up at him her eyes swollen. “But, where do we go from here…? We- we were just- we weren’t going anywhere. We were following… them… What do we do now?”

Rotenh Dal: “I’m not really sure Vinny. Do you have any sort of intuition pointing you towards any particular goal? It’s obvious that we shouldn’t be staying here, but where to is a good question.”

Vintasnah: “No… I just… I just came here. I don’t- I don’t remember anything… I just.” She gets quiet, her brows furrowing together. “I think I remember my mother… but it’s not that I remember her. I just know her. I think I’ve seen her before…” She babbles incoherently to herself, working out the thoughts. She cringes as a heachace begins to pulse in the back of her head, just above the nape of her neck. “Rot. I don’t know why I’m here.” Her thoughts are all sudden, forthcoming. She quickly jumps from one to the other, similar to ADD but to her they somehow seem to connect one thought leading into the other.

Rotenh Dal: “OKay Vinny, calm down.. maybe we should see about figuring out why you’re here. It’s obvious that you’re elven, perhaps we should seek them out and see if you’re recognized?”

Vintasnah: “I- I suppose. BUt-” her eyes widen a bit. “What if they got rid of me? What if they don’t want me? What if… my being around.. brings bad things.” her eyes wander to the door that leads outside.

Rotenh Dal: “We’ll figure that out when we get to it, now won’t we? But no matter what happens, I won’t be leaving your side, okay?” He holds his hand out for her, his lips curled into a soft forced smile, despite all the terrible circumstances that surround them.

Vintasnah: Even her smile was forced, like she wanted to believe him but she wasn’t sure if she could, whether by accident or design. “Alright… but where do we start?”

Vintasnah: She took his hand and let him pull her up, taking the doll in hand.

Rotenh Dal: He smiles a bit more genuine, as her hand moves up to grasp his own, he gives it a warm squeeze, before leading her out of the cursed house. “Well Miildan is filled with forests, I’d imagine there would be a group of elves or two there.”

Vintasnah: “Where is that?” Lawl, you were looking at the map! Good boy!"

Rotenh Dal: “Northwest corner of the continent. Past the desert if we want to cut a straight line.” ((Yeah, I pulled it out when I forgot what the place was called.))

Rotenh Dal: “Northeast, rather.”

Vintasnah: Nice! “What’s a desert…? It sounds… it sounds not happy?” She walks alongside you as the follow the path from the doorway, though the farmland and into the woods again. The animals are making their associated calls into the warm air, replies shouting across the skies from tree to tree. The darkness that had befallen the cursed barn still loomed with the death and decay of so much life so quickly but the farther from the farmstead the lighter the atmosphere got.

Rotenh Dal: “Well, what defines a desert is a place without water. It’s just a wide expanse with a bunch of sand for as far as the eye can see. It’s very bright and hot in the daytime, and at night it gets pretty cold. So we would need to stock up on supplies before travelling through it.” He speaks idly, as he leads her away from the farmhouse, a tension he didn’t know he felt, releasing from his muscles, as the atmosphere becomes lighter, and his nerves become less frayed.

Vintasnah: Without realizing it Vinny also became slightly lighter on her toes, a little more bounce entering into her step. The overwhelming sadness still loomed there in her heart pandering about as if trying to make a home for itself but something in her spirit just seemed to lift a bit. “Why would that happen? How can the world not have water in it? I know I don’t know a great many things… but I do know that people and plants and even the wild animals need water. Why would it just suddenly not be there?”

Rotenh Dal: “Well, perhaps it’s just not shaped quite right, so all the water flows away from it, since it doesn’t have any bodies of water, like rivers or lakes, there are no clouds, and thusly no rain. Since water invigorates plants which lach into soil and hold it in place, the sand all flows around loosely, meaning that full resiviors for water to collect don’t really stay around for long enough to apply permenance. It’s sort of like a vicious cycle.”

Vintasnah: “I…. what?”

Vintasnah: She looked up at him, baffled. A world without water didn’t make sense. It was like the sky without clouds. There’s a certain knowledge that all are born with and the natural process of life and death and what things need to survive is one of those knowledges. Anything in between was gray and confusing.

Rotenh Dal: “No water means no plants to hold the soil down, no permanency in the soil means that it just blows anywhere with the wind, so no permanent indentations where lakes can form. No lakes means no rain, and no water.”

Vintasnah: [The trail you’re on opens up the further you go until finally the road is before you…] [[Frick dude when we left off last time was it day or night?!]]

Rotenh Dal: He frowns down to the girl, at her baffled expression, he blinks several times at her and turns to the road opening up.

Rotenh Dal: ((Early morning I think?))

Vintasnah: [[I’m good with that. :p]]

Vintasnah: [As the woods around you open into the well traveled road from the main city to the
smaller villages surrounding the lower corner of the continent, the expanse of land opening up before your eyes, the sun seemingly shines even brighter, the line of trees behind you your last defense against the direct light of the afternoon sun. The woods are present on the opposite side of the road but thinner, the plains and mountains visible in the far distance. Signs along the road point to several villages leading off in several directions ever hundred feet or so, many forks present].

Rotenh Dal: He draws his gaze out over the horizon and the great many roads in the fork, he walks up to one and examines the sky, judging by the position of the sun at the early hour, he heads in the northeastern most direction from the point.

Vintasnah: [Several more signs follow the road, several more in the direction he heads. The road, though long and barren, is filled with many recent and old footprints as well as wheel marks from carts and caravan’s.]

Vintasnah: [[Roll a listen. We’re done with studying
so I am officially here!]]

Rotenh Dal: He sighs in the relative safety to be had on walking a well-travelled road, looking about idly, as he rolls a listen.

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3

Rotenh Dal: …3

Rotenh Dal: ((Whoo!)(

Vintasnah: you fail! FAIL

Vintasnah: Vinny tugs on your should as you stare into the distance.

Rotenh Dal: ((Yeah, I kinda figured I would))

Rotenh Dal: He glances down to Vinny, his brow raised at the action. “Hmm?”

Vintasnah: She, now at her full height looks up at you from not too far away, and glances over her shoulder.

Rotenh Dal: His gaze draws off in the direction she looks, searching for what she’s gesturing to.

Vintasnah: [Behind you a short pudgy, determined looking little man is running up quite directly to you].

Rotenh Dal: A frown draws across his lips, and he takes vinny to step them both out of the way, surreptitiously dipping a needle into a vial as he keeps a keen eye on the little pudgy man.

Vintasnah: [“Sir!! Sir! I do say!” He tumbled up to the two of you, drool coming out the side of his mouth, which we wipes away with his sleeve. His brown, worm, cotton robe is mussed, dirty, dripping in sweat. When he finally reaches you he can hardly speak for all the inhaling and wh
eezing].

Vintasnah: wheezing*

Rotenh Dal: “You do say what, sir?” His brows gather and he looks at the wheezing man, giving a wary glance from side to side, before refocusing on the sight before him.

Vintasnah: [He coughs and hacks, doubled over on to his knees for support. Wiping the sweat from his upper lip and thick brows he throws back his slightly balding head, randomly covered in patches of curls and smiles up at you, a large welcoming grin on his features. “I do say… Are you going to Noir’dahn ahead? I’ve been traveling this horrid empty expanse of a village road for a few days now and I’m cursed tired of walking alone! It would be-” he takes a long staggering breath, “-very nice to have some company on the way there.”]

Rotenh Dal: He eyes the man for several moments, holding his tongue as he examines the out-of-breath traveller, doing his best to garner what he can from his actions and bodylanguage.

Rotenh Dal: (Sense Motive)

Rotenh Dal rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13

Rotenh Dal: 13

Vintasnah: Honest as far as you can tell.

Rotenh Dal: “Very well, you can tell me about the area mister..?”

Vintasnah: [“Rosten Dar Ventariis and a pleasure to meet you! Might I ask your name?” He comes up from his knees having regained his breathe and “Strength” for the moment, his cheerful disposition never wavering].

Rotenh Dal: He watches the man raise back up to his feet, just the sight of him, heaving and weezing making Rot feel exhausted by proxy, he draws his arm out, and offers a hand. “Roten Dal. Pleasure to meet you mr. Ventariis. This girl here is Vinny.” He gestures over to Vinny with the introduction.

Vintasnah: [He extends his hand, his smile growing even wider and brighter (as if that were possible). “A pleasure Sir Roten!” He giggles a bit at the name, covering his mouth in apology. Then suddenly he realizes Vinny is there. “I say! I’m afraid I didn’t even see you my dear!
Rosten Dar Ventariis at your disposal!” He attempts a bow but does a terrible job of it and rising doesn’t seem to notice that he lacks the grace to even bow properly]. Vinny looks at him, her expression one of bashfulness: her cheeks rosy, her lips quircked at the edges, and her eyebrows slightly risen. She attempts to stifle a small giggle herself but just barely manages. She looks up at you, that sadness still present but masked, a new curiousity filling her senses.

Rotenh Dal: He just smirks at the bit of giggling, a foreign expression after all thats happened, and shakes his head, starting on his way, allowing the two to entertain themselves as he walks.

Vintasnah: [Rosten manages to keep up well enough his pudge not seemingly much a problem for himself. “So! I must ask, are you two on your way to the festival as I am? Or are you just wayward travellers on a journey from the gods?! Oh! I know! You’ve been sent from the heaven’s themselves, cast into the world to right to wrongs of our meager existence and this long road is merely one of many you must walk together through many trials and- Oh I’m so sorry! He starts laughing… I do say, I do get a bit carried away there, don’t I?” he starts laughing, the laughing interrupted his breathing which quickly turns into coughing. Not noticing he continues on. “I do get carried away, you must stop me!”] Vinny looks at him a crooked smile on her face. She can’t really make out what he’s saying but it sounds funny and he looks funny she laughs a bit.

Rotenh Dal: He glances back at the longwinded deliberations made by the man, his head tilting a bit, smirking as he continues to listen and listen until he begins caughing and stuttering. “By chance, what profession do you prescribe to, Rosten? I’d also like to hear more about this festival.”

Rotenh Dal: **coughing

Vintasnah: [“Ah, well a little here and there. For my life I am of the gods, a cleric to the god of the winds! As for hobbies, I am quite the scholar, if I don’t say so myself.” He laughs a bit at his own self importance, his eyebrows rising up and down as he talks of being a scholar. “Words are magical things, a gift from the gods and, I have noticed, meant for more tasks than just one. I’m quite obsessed with literature, history, and the like. So you see what I mean! My elders are always babbling on about how my thoughts get the best of me but I cannot imagine so many heroes in the past being lost on us in the present. If they were needed then they are needed now to be sure! So when I might imagine A chance meeting I might exaggerate it a bit, turning you into some grand hero on an adventure! Hahah! But, I fear, another passing dream in a state of wakefulness.”]

Vintasnah: Vinny looks up at you and in her elven tongue begs the question: “What is he talking about?”

Rotenh Dal: “I.. Don’t know.” He mouthes back to Vinny in elven, glancing to the man, studying him for a few moments. “Perhaps you could tell me a thing or three about heroes from the past?”

Vintasnah: [“Ah! Well that’s my specialty! There was the great Tiiris’phar, of course everyone knows our great King-Emperor Jabaal, his father’s father’s father’s and so on was the original born- ah well you know all that! And then, let’s see, ah! Frasniire, Ren’al, Morach’Ten Vellencrnh, Sentisdeh Vel Encairon, Archbishop Tondirren, Morchal, Joergh’anh…” His list is never ending, he continues on with his list, occasionally mentioning what they actually are doing when he suddenly stops and says, “AH! There it is! Just ahead!” He leans his head forward as he walks as if that would help him hear better, the festival has begun, we must hurry!" He breaks into a faster walk, a partial jog as he makes a turn towards the right, distant sounds of music, laughter, and many crowded together, shouting the skies above but some ways off.]

Rotenh Dal: He suffers through the constantly talking man, enjoying the white noise as he enjoys the sights of the farmlands around him, as the skyline of the festival comes into view he smiles back to Vinny, and offers a hand, his stride lengthening a bit, more than capable of keeping pace with the “running” cleric by just taking longer steps.

Vintasnah: Lawl truth!

Rotenh Dal: ((X}))

Vintasnah: [[Also, let me know if you start to get tired, I don’t want to make you a zombie for work tomorrow. Lol]]

Rotenh Dal: ((Nah, not tired))

Vintasnah: [[Rosten attempts to talk while he “jogs” but isn’t very good at it and decides it’s a bad idea to do both so he sticks to the jogging, though he does consider just walking again. It doesn’t take long for the village to come into full view. By now the sun has begun its decent casting a vibrant array of oranges, blues, violets, and yellows over the village. It’s by no means a small village. Hundreds of people can be seen from even your distance cascading through the streets and town square just barely visible through the many streets leading from the outside of the village to it’s center.]] Vinny smiles back at you but refuses the hand a look of determination appearing ever so briefly upon her features.

Rotenh Dal: He shrugs at Vinny’s determined refusal of his hand, and turns to lose himself for a moment or two, watching the decorated village, and the great many people. A smile drawing across his lips at the festive atmosphere it creates, as the little man huffs and puffs and jogs beside him.

Vintasnah: [[As they enter the village they are greeted by many, all the people alight with smiles, their many different garments of all colours and design turning the village into a mass of colour and symbols, every god ever worshiped represented with large wooden poles, erected around the village square and each group of dedicated followers surrounding their god, the groups clashing into one another, the local merchants dancing in the streets with their daughters and wives, the small children scurrying frantically throughout the crowd committing some mischievous childish crime in the form of a dare.]] Vinny’s eyes are bright and vibrant her heart warmed at the sight of such merriment and dedication. “What is all this?” Even as they are swept into gthe crowd, throngs of people filing in and out from the alleys and main streets, the short pudgy priest getting lost in the crowd and loving it, Vinny attempts to keep a hold of your robe.

Vintasnah: [[This is the part where we break for ten minutes. I do apologize but I desperately need a shower! Ten minutes! Take a break and amuse yourself for ten minutes. Think of all the possibilities. lol]].

Rotenh Dal: ((Uh huh..)

Rotenh Dal: (X})

Vintasnah: Sry sry sry! I smelled like woodchips and garage and stuff, but we’re good now. _

Vintasnah: so, ready set go!

Rotenh Dal: ((You sure?))

Vintasnah: [[yeah. _ I’ve prolly got another 20 or so more minutes in me. Are you bored?]]

Rotenh Dal: He keeps an eye on Vinny, as he wades through the crowds, making sure to stay on alert for pickpockets and thieves, his voice rising above the din of the crowd to answer Vinny. “This is a festival. They celebrate the four elements in a celebratory manner.”

Rotenh Dal: ((Nope))

Vintasnah: She looks around… “There are more than four here!” She shouts back at you.

Rotenh Dal: “Really? I never really looked into elemental worship too heavily.” He shouts and gazes through the crowd to see if he can’t find an open area to stand and talk.

Vintasnah: “NO! There are more than four different gods posted!” She points at all the polls as she gets whipped away into a dance by a passing young gentleman. She’s shocked at first but then starts laughing as she starts getting the hang of it only moments later. She looks about for Rot as she’s spun around but can’t seem to see much and all she hears is laughter.

Rotenh Dal: His brows shoot up in shock as she’s suddenly taken away, only to realize what happened a few moments afterwards. He just smiles, and stands tall, crossing his arms over his broat chest, keeping an eye on the two dancers while scanning the crowd curiously.

Vintasnah: [He’ll see the first scene he stumbled upon when first entering the city, all merriment and livelihood but then he’ll start to see the occasional scowl. Not many, only two or three people all wearing the same robes, purple with amethyst gems at the neckline. They keep to themselves, just walking through the crowd, as if they wanted to enjoy themselves but they just can’t.] Vinny is dancing wildly, obviously not even aware of what she’s doing anymore. A crowd has begun to gather around her, her wild movements like some animal that’s been set free. Just as suddenly the sky begins to open up, no clouds present but a sprinkling rain begins to pour out gently onto the village and even as it happens the crowd jeer’s louder. The sun is still out and shining bright and yet it rain descends upon their village casting rainbows across the city. A sign that the gods are pleased.

Rotenh Dal: He draws a hand up, combing through his hair, as he follows the movements of the scowling individuals, before his attention gets caught by Vinny’s dancing display, and the oddness coming from the sky, rain beginning to drizzle down from nowhere, on a hunch, he switches on his magic sight, to see if there is any correlation between Vinny and the drizzle.

Vintasnah: None

Rotenh Dal: “Even more interesting..” While he has the sight up, he takes stock of one of the amythyst wearing robed individuals, to look for any active magic upon them.

Vintasnah: Yes, but mostly protection spells.

Rotenh Dal: He switches the sight off, and moves back, to stand against a stall, as he watches the dance.

Vintasnah: Vintasnah stops dancing her laughter ringing throughout the crowd as they cheer, the festival cramming in upon itself more people than ever swarming in to dance under the opened heavens. [Many have begun to pull the banners of their gods from the erected poles, dancing with them throughout the crowd, the chaos ever growing. Sooner than presumed Vintasnah is lost from your sight, ocasional wisps of what could be her form coming in and out of sight.]]

Vintasnah: Vinnny is meandering, pandering through the crowd in search of anything. As she makes her way through a small gap in between people she begins to hear a small commotion. She can’t understand what it is, this language so harsh and grating on the ears. She turns towards it and sees a tall slender man stand up on a risen podium with a purple banner in his hand, a stern look on his face. As she turns away she feels a tug on her arm, a little boy with pointed ears in a tunic much too large for him yet, a kind pitiful smile on his face. He pulls her towards one of the erected poles of the many gods represented and she blithly follows.

Rotenh Dal: His eyes move up to look over each of the elemental banners, taking stock of each of the elements, as Vinny gets swept up into the crowd, eyeing whatever stands out.

Vintasnah: [You notice that these aren’t just the traditional elemental worship, its the worship of many gods from all over the world, the many gods of the four continents. Some you don’t even recognize while the oldest that are told to predate even the elements are represented. As a matter of fact, you’re surprised that the elements are even represented at all. Because you know from your childhood that though the elements are still worshiped they have been replaced with newer gods, far more powerful and shining than those of the old beliefs. And yet, there they are, proud, lost in the crowd of poles, but there. You also notice one of the men in purple begin to climb up a podium with his banner held high. Some people stop to stare and gawk at him. This was obviously not planned.]

Rotenh Dal: He looks out among the various gods represented, wondering idly at just what sort of celebration this might be, to be able to bring to light so many different dieties, before the man rising up catches his eye. He moves upwards from his leaning point, and walks towards the man, his eyes narrowed as he looks over him.

Vintasnah: He’s thin, tall, lanky even. His eyes sunken in, his hair thining at the top and his lips pursed far too tight together. As he stands above the ground his feet planted on the podium he raises his arm up lifting the banner he holds high above all else’s. A proclaimation. His amethyst gem glows at his neckline, a brilliant purple against the vibrant colours of the sunset behind him even as the rain begins to cease and ends. He starts talking in a low hum, the language strange, with strange variations in pitch, sing songy but lower, darker, full in a dull sort of vibrancy. Where Vinny is in the crowd she stops to turn at the man, a flash of an image hitting her minds eye like a sudden slap to the face. She cries out, her lips open as if sound had escaped but no sound echoing forth. She desperately turns to the boy leading her. He smiles reassuringly at her and pulls her on. Rot, you too hear the man talking from your stance but even from where you are it’s almost not like talking at all. The voice is entrancing but no spell is being cast. You also feel a small tug on your pant leg and when you look down you’re greeted by a little girl covered in soot, bright red hair flashing in the sunset. “Come on!” She pulls on you with all her weight and does whatever she can to drag you away.]

End Session.

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