Our Realm is finished. It has been doomed to end for a long time. Something happened after the Disaster, during the war. Something took away its will and purpose. The soul of the world is tied to the souls of its creatures. There is still time to fix this.
I will send you back, back to the point the world lost her meaning.
Save it from this.
A Living World
The Final Chapter
Take what you like from a story. Take the futility of humankind and the meaninglessness of the world, or take regrowth; look at this City, taken over by nature, taken over by the life force of the planet. Take its beauty and life, emerging from this crucible of destruction. Out of the ashes of a forest fire, the ground becomes fertile. We grow grapes and olives from the dust of their predecessors, and life goes on.
Wake up in Colsar, years before the events of the Exorcist. A second chance to save the world. The sky is red, and the walls are high. Dwarves mine day and night below the stone. Refugees come and soldiers go. This is the world as it was fifteen years ago, after the Disaster ravaged the land.
Something happened here, something that snapped the soul of the world. You are here to find it.
The future is grey and desolate, ruled by the iron grip of a cruel and purposeless Empire. Life is repetitive and has no meaning, monsters ravaging fields and non-humans persecuted as a scapegoat by humans. Eventually, the world could take no more. It shattered under the weight of the Exorcist, the Seer, the King, and the Last Shadow, leaving nothing behind but darkness.
The Night Spirit came to the group after it was destroyed, bidding them to return in time to the wars after the Disaster, when the world was ruled by anarchy and fear, before the soul of the world broke to purposelessness. They were sent fifteen years back to Colsar, the future Capital of the Empire.
- This is a direct follow-on from Shadows that Breathe, with all characters. The characters have not changed, just been sent back in time. (Unless you have other ideas for your own)
- Here's the OOC Thread
- Feel free to make new characters! ^^ Character sheets should go into the OOC Thread, but here is okay too
- THIS IS STILL AN OPEN RP, but I advise reading along for a while before joining so you have a better idea of what's going on.
- Nothing permanent should happen to each other's characters until it's been talked about ^^
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Our Realm is finished. It has been doomed to end for a long time. Something happened after the Disaster, during the war. Something took away its will and purpose. The soul of the world is tied to the souls of its creatures. There is still time to fix this.
I will send you back, back to the point the world lost her meaning.
Save it from this.
A Living World
The Final Chapter
Take what you like from a story. Take the futility of humankind and the meaninglessness of the world, or take regrowth; look at this City, taken over by nature, taken over by the life force of the planet. Take its beauty and life, emerging from this crucible of destruction. Out of the ashes of a forest fire, the ground becomes fertile. We grow grapes and olives from the dust of their predecessors, and life goes on.
Wake up in Colsar, years before the events of the Exorcist. A second chance to save the world. The sky is red, and the walls are high. Dwarves mine day and night below the stone. Refugees come and soldiers go. This is the world as it was fifteen years ago, after the Disaster ravaged the land.
Something happened here, something that snapped the soul of the world. You are here to find it.
The future is grey and desolate, ruled by the iron grip of a cruel and purposeless Empire. Life is repetitive and has no meaning, monsters ravaging fields and non-humans persecuted as a scapegoat by humans. Eventually, the world could take no more. It shattered under the weight of the Exorcist, the Seer, the King, and the Last Shadow, leaving nothing behind but darkness.
The Night Spirit came to the group after it was destroyed, bidding them to return in time to the wars after the Disaster, when the world was ruled by anarchy and fear, before the soul of the world broke to purposelessness. They were sent fifteen years back to Colsar, the future Capital of the Empire.
- This is a direct follow-on from Shadows that Breathe, with all characters. The characters have not changed, just been sent back in time. (Unless you have other ideas for your own)
- Here's the OOC Thread
- Feel free to make new characters! ^^ Character sheets should go into the OOC Thread, but here is okay too
- THIS IS STILL AN OPEN RP, but I advise reading along for a while before joining so you have a better idea of what's going on.
- Nothing permanent should happen to each other's characters until it's been talked about ^^
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InsanityAbyss
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SoulLugia11
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witchies
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Aliflux
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ThermoDanone
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BurritoRay
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smallweirdodraws
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sketchscientist
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Juniipersass
Lantern light shone through Tem's closed eyelids. A headache was thumping through her skull painfully. They were lying on cold uneven stone, her limbs already numb from it, an oddly shaped lump digging into her back. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and pushed herself up onto her elbows.
The headache gave a stabbing pain as she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry for a moment, but she could see the others lying around her. It was hard to focus on what had happened. She looked down at her clothes, torn and dirty, her hair wild. She could see Callum right next to her - the Spirit had healed him from the state Eirach had left in him. Eirach wasn't here. Neither was Aerik.
"Y'okay lass?"
Tem made a sound that could be equated to a question mark, covering her eyes with her hands. What had happened? There had been screaming and chaos, and June - June had looked at her, recognised her, and everything had shattered...
"June!"
"Magical interference, y'reckon?" Someone was talking, the blue lantern swaying as they did.
"Prob'ly. C'mon, lads and lasses, let's get ya inside, mm?"
Tem looked up at them. They were a squat pair of humanlike people, with proud beards and bristling with weapons. They were shorter than humans. Quite a bit shorter. "What's going on...? Where are we...?"
"Ahh, tha's somethin' we all wanna know."
"Yeh're in the Safe City, lass. Ain't no worrying need to be done."
Lantern light shone through Tem's closed eyelids. A headache was thumping through her skull painfully. They were lying on cold uneven stone, her limbs already numb from it, an oddly shaped lump digging into her back. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and pushed herself up onto her elbows.
The headache gave a stabbing pain as she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry for a moment, but she could see the others lying around her. It was hard to focus on what had happened. She looked down at her clothes, torn and dirty, her hair wild. She could see Callum right next to her - the Spirit had healed him from the state Eirach had left in him. Eirach wasn't here. Neither was Aerik.
"Y'okay lass?"
Tem made a sound that could be equated to a question mark, covering her eyes with her hands. What had happened? There had been screaming and chaos, and June - June had looked at her, recognised her, and everything had shattered...
"June!"
"Magical interference, y'reckon?" Someone was talking, the blue lantern swaying as they did.
"Prob'ly. C'mon, lads and lasses, let's get ya inside, mm?"
Tem looked up at them. They were a squat pair of humanlike people, with proud beards and bristling with weapons. They were shorter than humans. Quite a bit shorter. "What's going on...? Where are we...?"
"Ahh, tha's somethin' we all wanna know."
"Yeh're in the Safe City, lass. Ain't no worrying need to be done."
Sam groaned and held their head as they stood up, their mind and vision foggy from their blood-loss. As their vision cleared, they realized two things. Colsar was... different, and that both their mask and thread were no longer on their face. They startled and reached for their pockets quickly while suddenly finding the cold stone beneath their feet fascinating.
Their shoulders relaxed slightly as they realized that whatever had sent them all there had not been so unkind as to leave them without their two most prized possessions. They pulled the bandages off and strapped their mask back on as quickly as they could, then set about taking stock of the situation. Their mind cleared with the comfort of having their mask on again, and they remembered the world's end, and the being that had asked them all to save the world from the end they had all seen. With their memory came clarity to their current situation, Colsar wasn't different, it was under construction. They'd all been sent back in time.
With their first revelation came a second, one that made them giddy and grinning under their mask. They could fix this, they could stop the chaos to come this time. They knew that if they could just gain the trust of the others who had been sent back with them, get them all to agree to Sam's plan, then it could all be fixed, but first, they had to reaffirm their oath.
Clutching the thread in their pocket, they searched other pockets for the needle they'd originally used to sew the thread, that they'd intended to cut the thread with once their crusade was over. Once they found it, they glanced around quickly and turned away, lifting their mask only slightly as they worked quickly to resew the stitches, whimpering quietly as the needle probed at the recently healed wounds.
Sam groaned and held their head as they stood up, their mind and vision foggy from their blood-loss. As their vision cleared, they realized two things. Colsar was... different, and that both their mask and thread were no longer on their face. They startled and reached for their pockets quickly while suddenly finding the cold stone beneath their feet fascinating.
Their shoulders relaxed slightly as they realized that whatever had sent them all there had not been so unkind as to leave them without their two most prized possessions. They pulled the bandages off and strapped their mask back on as quickly as they could, then set about taking stock of the situation. Their mind cleared with the comfort of having their mask on again, and they remembered the world's end, and the being that had asked them all to save the world from the end they had all seen. With their memory came clarity to their current situation, Colsar wasn't different, it was under construction. They'd all been sent back in time.
With their first revelation came a second, one that made them giddy and grinning under their mask. They could fix this, they could stop the chaos to come this time. They knew that if they could just gain the trust of the others who had been sent back with them, get them all to agree to Sam's plan, then it could all be fixed, but first, they had to reaffirm their oath.
Clutching the thread in their pocket, they searched other pockets for the needle they'd originally used to sew the thread, that they'd intended to cut the thread with once their crusade was over. Once they found it, they glanced around quickly and turned away, lifting their mask only slightly as they worked quickly to resew the stitches, whimpering quietly as the needle probed at the recently healed wounds.
After the world was shattered, the trio still continue to battle with each other, as Tem was pulled away from her, June tried to reach out for her but she knew that she had more important thing to be taken care of. They've taken the fight back to their homeland, Narguca, where the Seer was defeated once again, and the Shepherd had sealed away the Entity again much to its dismay. The Exorcist had been called in again for a trial.
But it had turned out better than she had expected, as she had fought back instead of fully given in to the Seer, but she shouldn't have done what she did back in the villages and if it wasn't for her bond.. her bond that made her look up in alarm, they were still bonded no matter what, no forces in the entire universe could separate them, she wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for Tem.
The Shepherd had pieced the world together again, as an apology to the Spirits, the Sunvaar would continue to live on it, but as usual they would have had their memories locked away again, about what had happened, all except for Valdis and June. They've vowed to live in peace from now on. They would have been sent back once the world was pieced together again, and this time Valdis knew what she had to do.
There will be no Faction, but the Hunters themselves in different groups, Valdis had organized a different approach, getting the groups to divide and spread across the lands to drive back the monsters, to show the humans that they didn't abandoned them. June was assigned to a more important task, to help the main group out with their task that was given to them by the Night Spirit, and to stop the Empire from happening again.
Both Valdis and the Shepherd trusted that she'd prove herself this time, and so here she was, lying face down at the outside of the Safe City, where she'd need to prevent the clans from slaughtering the dwarves. June stirred and groaned painfully as she tried to rise, it had been a wild ride, going back and forth into time and space, she was still sore from the battle, and she realized that she was her younger self again, not by the fact that she was something ancient but by merely time on this world, she was a mortal again, simply a Sunvaar, June, not the Exorcist.
After the world was shattered, the trio still continue to battle with each other, as Tem was pulled away from her, June tried to reach out for her but she knew that she had more important thing to be taken care of. They've taken the fight back to their homeland, Narguca, where the Seer was defeated once again, and the Shepherd had sealed away the Entity again much to its dismay. The Exorcist had been called in again for a trial.
But it had turned out better than she had expected, as she had fought back instead of fully given in to the Seer, but she shouldn't have done what she did back in the villages and if it wasn't for her bond.. her bond that made her look up in alarm, they were still bonded no matter what, no forces in the entire universe could separate them, she wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for Tem.
The Shepherd had pieced the world together again, as an apology to the Spirits, the Sunvaar would continue to live on it, but as usual they would have had their memories locked away again, about what had happened, all except for Valdis and June. They've vowed to live in peace from now on. They would have been sent back once the world was pieced together again, and this time Valdis knew what she had to do.
There will be no Faction, but the Hunters themselves in different groups, Valdis had organized a different approach, getting the groups to divide and spread across the lands to drive back the monsters, to show the humans that they didn't abandoned them. June was assigned to a more important task, to help the main group out with their task that was given to them by the Night Spirit, and to stop the Empire from happening again.
Both Valdis and the Shepherd trusted that she'd prove herself this time, and so here she was, lying face down at the outside of the Safe City, where she'd need to prevent the clans from slaughtering the dwarves. June stirred and groaned painfully as she tried to rise, it had been a wild ride, going back and forth into time and space, she was still sore from the battle, and she realized that she was her younger self again, not by the fact that she was something ancient but by merely time on this world, she was a mortal again, simply a Sunvaar, June, not the Exorcist.
Rough-cut stone lined every street, the mountain still jutting out of some parts of the city that hadn't been finished. Most of the work was being done underground now, finishing off. They could hear the rhythmic clang of the picks against the rock, and the chants and mining songs of the dwarves. They were quite entertaining, but in any other circumstances nobody would be happy that children were listening to them and picking the lyrics up.
In these circumstances, however... the city was half-done, the walls the only completely finished feature. The sky above the city was as red as a warning, the air unnaturally warm. There didn't seem to be much organisation; houses didn't seem to belong to anyone, refugees pushed into anywhere that had space and a roof. All the people who didn't seem to be vulnerable looked like soldiers and miners, and there were a lot of them. There were no guards. Soldiers walked the walls.
There were people who seemed to be on top of things, although not one of them didn't look exhausted or stressed. A catling perched on a roof, watching the group curiously. The dwarves offered a hand to Tem and she took it reluctantly, pulling herself to her feet. The headache was pounding in her skull.
"Y'don't look like refugees t'me. Let's get ye to the wall," one of them said kindly.
"June... June's here..."
Rough-cut stone lined every street, the mountain still jutting out of some parts of the city that hadn't been finished. Most of the work was being done underground now, finishing off. They could hear the rhythmic clang of the picks against the rock, and the chants and mining songs of the dwarves. They were quite entertaining, but in any other circumstances nobody would be happy that children were listening to them and picking the lyrics up.
In these circumstances, however... the city was half-done, the walls the only completely finished feature. The sky above the city was as red as a warning, the air unnaturally warm. There didn't seem to be much organisation; houses didn't seem to belong to anyone, refugees pushed into anywhere that had space and a roof. All the people who didn't seem to be vulnerable looked like soldiers and miners, and there were a lot of them. There were no guards. Soldiers walked the walls.
There were people who seemed to be on top of things, although not one of them didn't look exhausted or stressed. A catling perched on a roof, watching the group curiously. The dwarves offered a hand to Tem and she took it reluctantly, pulling herself to her feet. The headache was pounding in her skull.
"Y'don't look like refugees t'me. Let's get ye to the wall," one of them said kindly.
"June... June's here..."
Lucine could hear the sounds of stone picks striking, and the songs of dwarves. She could feel the cold stone underneath her body, and see the warm light from behind her eyelids. She felt groggy and tired, like she was waking up from a midday nap which had lasted a thousand years. She didn't know where she was, didn't know what had just happened. All she knew is that she and Callum had been together, holding each other, as the world came crashing down around them.
Suddenly her yellow eyes opened, and she took a deep breath, letting air fill her lungs as she adjusted to the sights around her. They were in Colsar, but it couldn’t be Colsar, Colsar had just been destructed. The red glow of the sky above her clued her into the time of day, and she knew she was lying on the stone ground of the city. She listened to the sounds around her. It was loud for this time of day, the sounds of the stone picks and dwarves singing, listening to Tem converse with two other dwarves, other normal sounds one hears in early morning, and the sound of Lucine’s own breathing, in sync with her rising and falling chest. She tried hard to force memories into her tired mind.
She had been in the council building with Callum, holding him as he died, waiting for the coming end of the world. But obviously, it seemed the world hadn’t ended. Her headache was killing her.
“Callum…?” She asked groggily, her voice weak. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, the girl ran a hand through her hair and looked around at the area surrounding her. Sure enough, it did look like Colsar, though perhaps what Colsar would have looked like in the years before it was complete. Were they rebuilding it after the end of the world? No, that didn’t make any sense. Lucine scratched her head.
She looked around at the people who were among her. Something in particular caught her eye- a necklace resting on the chest of one lady, who seemed to be out cold. It was glinting, and looked exactly like the one Callidora wore. Lucine drew her gaze away from the small object and continued to scan the area. She didn’t see Callum.
Panic began to rise in her chest, causing her mind to run rampant with wild thoughts, only dying down once she saw him lying there, looking as though all his bones had been put back into place. She took a deep steadying breath, one of great relief, knowing that he was alright. At least, she hoped he was. Her head was killing her. Reaching into her pouch for something to maybe alleviate the headache, she realized quickly that she had dropped all her herbs when she had attacked Eirach. All she had now was a small silver coin- which she turned in between her fingers before placing it safely back in the pouch.
Felicity felt hungover as h***
The headache she had at the current moment was similar to ones she had every morning when she had been drinking all night. She sighed and opened her eyes, groaning slightly at the annoying sounds the dwarves were making. Her green eyes adjusted to the world around her, one of her hands finding the necklace which rested on her chest, holding it. Too much had happened in the past 24 hours.
The world had seemingly ended, and here she was, lying here in some weird-a** fake Colsar, surrounded by people she had never seen in her life. She grunted and pushed herself up, forcing herself to stand and wobble slightly on her weak legs, looking around herself. All those around her were in varying degrees of a state of unconsciousness. Felicity felt her stomach drop.
She had a lot of questions, but her biggest one was what the h*** was going on.
Lucine could hear the sounds of stone picks striking, and the songs of dwarves. She could feel the cold stone underneath her body, and see the warm light from behind her eyelids. She felt groggy and tired, like she was waking up from a midday nap which had lasted a thousand years. She didn't know where she was, didn't know what had just happened. All she knew is that she and Callum had been together, holding each other, as the world came crashing down around them.
Suddenly her yellow eyes opened, and she took a deep breath, letting air fill her lungs as she adjusted to the sights around her. They were in Colsar, but it couldn’t be Colsar, Colsar had just been destructed. The red glow of the sky above her clued her into the time of day, and she knew she was lying on the stone ground of the city. She listened to the sounds around her. It was loud for this time of day, the sounds of the stone picks and dwarves singing, listening to Tem converse with two other dwarves, other normal sounds one hears in early morning, and the sound of Lucine’s own breathing, in sync with her rising and falling chest. She tried hard to force memories into her tired mind.
She had been in the council building with Callum, holding him as he died, waiting for the coming end of the world. But obviously, it seemed the world hadn’t ended. Her headache was killing her.
“Callum…?” She asked groggily, her voice weak. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, the girl ran a hand through her hair and looked around at the area surrounding her. Sure enough, it did look like Colsar, though perhaps what Colsar would have looked like in the years before it was complete. Were they rebuilding it after the end of the world? No, that didn’t make any sense. Lucine scratched her head.
She looked around at the people who were among her. Something in particular caught her eye- a necklace resting on the chest of one lady, who seemed to be out cold. It was glinting, and looked exactly like the one Callidora wore. Lucine drew her gaze away from the small object and continued to scan the area. She didn’t see Callum.
Panic began to rise in her chest, causing her mind to run rampant with wild thoughts, only dying down once she saw him lying there, looking as though all his bones had been put back into place. She took a deep steadying breath, one of great relief, knowing that he was alright. At least, she hoped he was. Her head was killing her. Reaching into her pouch for something to maybe alleviate the headache, she realized quickly that she had dropped all her herbs when she had attacked Eirach. All she had now was a small silver coin- which she turned in between her fingers before placing it safely back in the pouch.
Felicity felt hungover as h***
The headache she had at the current moment was similar to ones she had every morning when she had been drinking all night. She sighed and opened her eyes, groaning slightly at the annoying sounds the dwarves were making. Her green eyes adjusted to the world around her, one of her hands finding the necklace which rested on her chest, holding it. Too much had happened in the past 24 hours.
The world had seemingly ended, and here she was, lying here in some weird-a** fake Colsar, surrounded by people she had never seen in her life. She grunted and pushed herself up, forcing herself to stand and wobble slightly on her weak legs, looking around herself. All those around her were in varying degrees of a state of unconsciousness. Felicity felt her stomach drop.
She had a lot of questions, but her biggest one was what the h*** was going on.
His eyes opened. Well rather, they didn't, but his vision did come back to him. His mind feels blurry, as if all his memories have been gourged out of him . . . He remember his name, his curse, his blindfold, and remember hunting in a forest not far away from his lair. He sat up, and looked up, the sky a blazing red, like blood. blood, why is he not hungry, unless he has fed before this . .. . No matter. Where is he? This is not Sorneith! And why does he look, human? A dwarf walked by him and looked down.
"Y'ok?"
"Where am I? who are you?"
"Calm down! ye're in colsar, th' safe city, an we're the dwarves. Why ye ask?"
Colsar? He groaned again. The sunlight is making him dizzy, and as he stood up, he pulled his hood down farther. His vision surveyed the area, and he can spot others waking up, some as confused as he is, some less, some more. Perhaps they'll know. He felt weak, something he doesn't feel often, and he hated the feeling. This is no time for games. He walked down the street, leaving the dwarf in confusion. Locating a girl, more specifically, a vampire being helped up, he walked faster. Perhaps, just perhaps she'll know more. And then a name blinked into his mind, then it went out again.
Callidora
He flinched at the name. Where did he get that name? Who does that name belong to? Who have a name that can make him flinch? A look of confusion flashed across his face as he looked at the girl in front her. And then his mind retook control of his face, and the look dissapeared as quick as it came as he snapped back into reality. He walked up to the girl, and whispered in her ears, just enough to be out of earshot of anyone else, "I know who you are. So tell me, where and what is Colsar?"
His eyes opened. Well rather, they didn't, but his vision did come back to him. His mind feels blurry, as if all his memories have been gourged out of him . . . He remember his name, his curse, his blindfold, and remember hunting in a forest not far away from his lair. He sat up, and looked up, the sky a blazing red, like blood. blood, why is he not hungry, unless he has fed before this . .. . No matter. Where is he? This is not Sorneith! And why does he look, human? A dwarf walked by him and looked down.
"Y'ok?"
"Where am I? who are you?"
"Calm down! ye're in colsar, th' safe city, an we're the dwarves. Why ye ask?"
Colsar? He groaned again. The sunlight is making him dizzy, and as he stood up, he pulled his hood down farther. His vision surveyed the area, and he can spot others waking up, some as confused as he is, some less, some more. Perhaps they'll know. He felt weak, something he doesn't feel often, and he hated the feeling. This is no time for games. He walked down the street, leaving the dwarf in confusion. Locating a girl, more specifically, a vampire being helped up, he walked faster. Perhaps, just perhaps she'll know more. And then a name blinked into his mind, then it went out again.
Callidora
He flinched at the name. Where did he get that name? Who does that name belong to? Who have a name that can make him flinch? A look of confusion flashed across his face as he looked at the girl in front her. And then his mind retook control of his face, and the look dissapeared as quick as it came as he snapped back into reality. He walked up to the girl, and whispered in her ears, just enough to be out of earshot of anyone else, "I know who you are. So tell me, where and what is Colsar?"
Galtz opened her eyes. Light felt... weird towards them, to say the least. It wasn't painful to see, yet everything was still blurry. Soon enough her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and she discovered herself on some sort of a... moor? She wasn't sure what word to use. Around her, everything was covered in grass so low that it barely reached past her toes, but ruins seemed to lie somewhere in the distance... though they looked like someone was finishing them anyway. The felavis saw a tall boulder nearby and sprang up immediately to climb on top of it. The pain in her muscles told her that perhaps this was not the best idea.
As she waited for the pain to pass, she immediately thought about the rest. Where were they, anyway? They seemed to be away from her, and if they were, she had to find them. Not because they were that much of friends... She just wanted to at least find someone she knew. The surroundings seemed peaceful, but also very suspicious... like the world around was too different. A small sparrow dashed in the sky, and some bird of prey chased after it. Reminded of the joy of flight, Galtz tried and jumped near the boulder. Her muscles didn't hurt as much anymore, but she would need a lot of concentration to fly there. Oh well, that's worth a try.
The felavis climbed the boulder and focused on her hind legs. If they hurt, she will crash without even giving it a try. But they don't! She leapt into the air happily and flapped her wings a couple of times. The air was rather hot, and a cold breeze she created was rather relaxing. She was focused on her wings in order not to fall, and to say it was very hard would be an understatement. She circled in the air a few times and slowly flew towards the ruins. Or the city. She wasn't sure what to call it, but perhaps she just had to look closer to tell for sure.
Galtz opened her eyes. Light felt... weird towards them, to say the least. It wasn't painful to see, yet everything was still blurry. Soon enough her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, and she discovered herself on some sort of a... moor? She wasn't sure what word to use. Around her, everything was covered in grass so low that it barely reached past her toes, but ruins seemed to lie somewhere in the distance... though they looked like someone was finishing them anyway. The felavis saw a tall boulder nearby and sprang up immediately to climb on top of it. The pain in her muscles told her that perhaps this was not the best idea.
As she waited for the pain to pass, she immediately thought about the rest. Where were they, anyway? They seemed to be away from her, and if they were, she had to find them. Not because they were that much of friends... She just wanted to at least find someone she knew. The surroundings seemed peaceful, but also very suspicious... like the world around was too different. A small sparrow dashed in the sky, and some bird of prey chased after it. Reminded of the joy of flight, Galtz tried and jumped near the boulder. Her muscles didn't hurt as much anymore, but she would need a lot of concentration to fly there. Oh well, that's worth a try.
The felavis climbed the boulder and focused on her hind legs. If they hurt, she will crash without even giving it a try. But they don't! She leapt into the air happily and flapped her wings a couple of times. The air was rather hot, and a cold breeze she created was rather relaxing. She was focused on her wings in order not to fall, and to say it was very hard would be an understatement. She circled in the air a few times and slowly flew towards the ruins. Or the city. She wasn't sure what to call it, but perhaps she just had to look closer to tell for sure.
The world had died.
Callum remembered almost letting out his very last breath when his soul was ripped from his body. He had been holding on to the love of his life as the world snapped and cracked under the weight of the chaos around them, dying in her arms. He didn't see the sky splitting in half, as his heavy eyes had already closed, and were not going to open back up again. He had only felt the sensation of being flung harshly away from where he was, grasping for Lucine, failing. His hands gripped the empty air, he recalled. He was heading towards something, dead, away from the world, but what?
Our realm is finished.
Call groaned, feeling stabbing pain invade his head. Well, wasn't that just swell. He was too used to these headaches by now, but they were still literally a pain to deal with. He took shallow breaths, as if his ribs were still broken, until he realized that the opposite was true. He wasn't dead. Or at least, he thought he wasn't. He hoped he wasn't in some kind of Purgatory.
He had no idea where he was.
The first person coming to his mind was Lucine. Was she okay? Was she dead? Or alive? He didn't know! What if she was dead!? No, she couldn't be dead! She had to be okay!
"Lucine," he moaned, finding it hard to stand. He could hear voices; one was familiar to him, while the others... not so much. "Tem...?" he murmured. She wasn't dead either... unless they were all put in Purgatory. He didn't know which one was worse. Them being alive meant that they had yet another purpose. Another quest, probably. Yeah, because the last one went so well. It didn't end with the destruction of the world or anything.
Since when did I become so sarcastic?
...I've been through a lot, so it does make sense, I guess.
He soon felt something nudging his back, or rather, poking it. It felt like an over-sized stick. "Come on kid, you're not dying anymore," the voice said, continuing to poke him until he groaned again and rolled over onto his back. His eyes felt heavy, but nonetheless, he opened them. He was greeted by blurry sight almost immediately. His head hurt very badly, and his body ached. Not because he was kicked numerous times like with Eirach, but because he had been lying on an uneven ground made of stone for Spirits know how long. He took deep breaths, overjoyed that he could do so once more. He wasn't broken, or really injured in any way.
"Do you need help getting up?" the voice asked, more or less annoyed. "I... can do it..." Call muttered. He could help himself. He remembered all the times where he couldn't move without being restricted by pain. He grit his teeth, using those memories as motivation to push himself off of the ground. He stood on two feet, stumbling forward. He felt someone catch him and steady him again. He looked to see who it was and nearly jumped out of his skin.
It was the Whisper.
The demon-like creature was still there, melted hair and all. It had its cane with it, but it lacked the fedora; it wore the same fancy outfit as it did before. Its glowing orange eye seemed to glimmer with amusement. He remembered when the Whisper was nothing but a voice in his head, among the other voices given to him when he had been cursed by the Last Shadow. He soon remembered when it had become the only voice in his head... he pushed the thought away, shivering. He didn't want to think about that.
However, he did want to think about where the hell he was. Before he could get too far into his thoughts, the Whisper gripped his shoulders and turned him around, in Lucine's direction. The girl was awake, turning something in between her fingers before putting it in her pouch, still wearing his cloak. She was alive. Lucine was alive!
"Lucine!" he shouted, running to her and wrapping his arms around her in a hug. He seemed overjoyed, and why wouldn't he be? Once he was done hugging her, he looked into her eyes, his own reflecting joy. "Are you alright?" he asked. His eyes were still the same; one was grey, the other was orange, the pupil blurred. He mentally groaned when he realized he was still half-blind. Great... that was just great. Now his field of vision was limited.
Joy.
He looked around, seeing strangers, people he didn't quite know. This place was familiar, yet unfamiliar to him. It looked like Colsar, if it was half-finished. He dared to look up at the sky, which was a striking red, a warning almost. He narrowed his eyes, confusion setting in. It was like as if everyone had been hurtled back in time. Back in time... wait a minute...
That was what happened!
I will send you back, back to the point the world lost her meaning. Save it from this.
Call immediately felt dizzy again as he suddenly swayed and collapsed. He felt like he was about to faint again. So it was another quest... an important one. Well, at least it was one he wanted to complete. Everything was overwhelming again. He soon grit his teeth and shoved the feeling down. He planted his palms on the ground and sat up, resting one hand on his head shortly after. Gods, the headaches... they were still there... the curse was still there... but how... how...
"I'm fine," he said out loud, looking around again. He could hear dwarves singing and pickaxes swinging... hold on a moment. That wasn't supposed to be there. He remembered Colsar being a quiet city. In that city, you could hear a nail drop. In this one, that wasn't the case. It was loud and bustling, with no guards in sight. It almost seemed like a dream.
He heard someone shout his name and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. It was Thalia's voice. His sister's voice. The sister who was supposed to be dead. She was running towards him, looking different than how he remembered. Her skin was grey, her eyes were black and red, and her hair was an ashier brown, with a light blue streak in it. She wore different clothing; black, red and purple attire. But he didn't care. That was his sister, and she was running towards him.
Thalia nearly tackled Call as she wrapped him in a tight hug. He could barely breathe, but he was smiling like this day couldn't get any better. Oh, but it did. Raven had come to him as well, barking happily. She was in her pup form, turned back before being sent to this point in time. The pup bounded right on over to him and nuzzled the side of his face, yapping cheerfully. Being hugged by his sister, Lucine being alive and with him, and Raven...
He never wanted this moment to end.
Unfortunately, it had to end sometime. Thalia pulled away after her tight hug, worried she had squeezed him a little too hard. "It really is you," Call commented breathlessly. Thalia stood and extended a hand to him. "Yep. Thalia in the flesh," she replied, grinning at her little brother, who wasn't dying anymore. She was still traumatized, but she grinned and bore it. She ignored his strangely colored eye. She wanted to ask about it, but she would ask later. "Come on, bonehead. Let's get going."
Call smiled up at her as she called him by the nickname she assigned him, taking her hand, letting her pull him up gently, unlike Eirach. Speaking of Eirach, she wasn't here. Athus didn't appear to be here either. He immediately looked down at his Mark, which was still there, reddened. He was confused over that as well, but he didn't let himself dwell on that right now. He could think about it later. Right now, everyone had to get up.
He watched as a complete stranger walked up to Tem, whispering something in her ear. He grit his teeth, reaching for where his dagger would normally be... which it was. It was somehow there, in its holster. But how? He didn't recall putting it back in there. His mask was missing, though. He didn't really need it anyway, did he? He was just glad he had his dagger. That dagger meant everything to him. It had belonged to his mum.
His mum, whom he had killed by coming into existence.
He faced the stranger, and yet, something was stopping him from going forward and addressing him. Maybe it was his need to protect Lucine. Yeah, that was it. He moved closer to Lucine, holding her hand, aware of Thalia scooping up Raven in her arms, looking at him with uncertainty. He looked over at her and gave her a reassuring smile before looking at the dwarves. He remembered being told about how the dwarves and humans worked together to build Colsar. Where had that gone?
Something happened after the Disaster, during the war. Something took away its will and purpose. The soul of the world is tied to the souls of its creatures.
The Whisper watched everything around it, confused. It had no idea what this was even supposed to be. It looked like the city it flew around it, being destroyed by the clashing ancient energies tearing the entire world apart, but it didn't know for sure. It looked towards Call, who was with the people he cared about. The Whisper, though, didn't have anyone to care about, and why would it? Nothing mattered still. It didn't care that it was sent back in time, along with all of these people...
Why had it been sent back?
Surely, it wasn't suitable for this type of thing.
Was it because it was...
It was...
Bonded to Call?
Yes. They were bonded. Linked. Stuck with each other. That explained the orange eye Call suddenly had, along with being half-blind. It was the same eye the Whisper was blinded by, covered by melting hair, or was it even melting hair? It had the appearance of being melted, that was for sure. It sighed and saw a stranger walk up to... who? Her name was Tem... probably. It had gathered Call's memories while he was unconscious all those times in Colsar, so it sort of knew the people he had journeyed with.
It just didn't know them.
It ignored the stranger for now and turned to one of the dwarves. It twirled its cane. "So do you guys have a Council here?" it asked. It then looked at Tem, hearing her say June's name. It kind of knew June, like everyone else sans Call. It didn't know what else to do, so it supposed it could...
"Ey," it whispered to Tem, nudging her. It took a step back in case she was about to wind it, twirling its cane again. "This June person... I can go find her, if you'd like. I can fly, so I should find her in no time flat. I know what she looks like, too. You can thank Callum for that. I was apart of him before being reformed. So you want me to do that? I won't hurt her, I have no reason to. I have no reason to be here, really, but hey, what can ya do? We're stuck here now."
The world had died.
Callum remembered almost letting out his very last breath when his soul was ripped from his body. He had been holding on to the love of his life as the world snapped and cracked under the weight of the chaos around them, dying in her arms. He didn't see the sky splitting in half, as his heavy eyes had already closed, and were not going to open back up again. He had only felt the sensation of being flung harshly away from where he was, grasping for Lucine, failing. His hands gripped the empty air, he recalled. He was heading towards something, dead, away from the world, but what?
Our realm is finished.
Call groaned, feeling stabbing pain invade his head. Well, wasn't that just swell. He was too used to these headaches by now, but they were still literally a pain to deal with. He took shallow breaths, as if his ribs were still broken, until he realized that the opposite was true. He wasn't dead. Or at least, he thought he wasn't. He hoped he wasn't in some kind of Purgatory.
He had no idea where he was.
The first person coming to his mind was Lucine. Was she okay? Was she dead? Or alive? He didn't know! What if she was dead!? No, she couldn't be dead! She had to be okay!
"Lucine," he moaned, finding it hard to stand. He could hear voices; one was familiar to him, while the others... not so much. "Tem...?" he murmured. She wasn't dead either... unless they were all put in Purgatory. He didn't know which one was worse. Them being alive meant that they had yet another purpose. Another quest, probably. Yeah, because the last one went so well. It didn't end with the destruction of the world or anything.
Since when did I become so sarcastic?
...I've been through a lot, so it does make sense, I guess.
He soon felt something nudging his back, or rather, poking it. It felt like an over-sized stick. "Come on kid, you're not dying anymore," the voice said, continuing to poke him until he groaned again and rolled over onto his back. His eyes felt heavy, but nonetheless, he opened them. He was greeted by blurry sight almost immediately. His head hurt very badly, and his body ached. Not because he was kicked numerous times like with Eirach, but because he had been lying on an uneven ground made of stone for Spirits know how long. He took deep breaths, overjoyed that he could do so once more. He wasn't broken, or really injured in any way.
"Do you need help getting up?" the voice asked, more or less annoyed. "I... can do it..." Call muttered. He could help himself. He remembered all the times where he couldn't move without being restricted by pain. He grit his teeth, using those memories as motivation to push himself off of the ground. He stood on two feet, stumbling forward. He felt someone catch him and steady him again. He looked to see who it was and nearly jumped out of his skin.
It was the Whisper.
The demon-like creature was still there, melted hair and all. It had its cane with it, but it lacked the fedora; it wore the same fancy outfit as it did before. Its glowing orange eye seemed to glimmer with amusement. He remembered when the Whisper was nothing but a voice in his head, among the other voices given to him when he had been cursed by the Last Shadow. He soon remembered when it had become the only voice in his head... he pushed the thought away, shivering. He didn't want to think about that.
However, he did want to think about where the hell he was. Before he could get too far into his thoughts, the Whisper gripped his shoulders and turned him around, in Lucine's direction. The girl was awake, turning something in between her fingers before putting it in her pouch, still wearing his cloak. She was alive. Lucine was alive!
"Lucine!" he shouted, running to her and wrapping his arms around her in a hug. He seemed overjoyed, and why wouldn't he be? Once he was done hugging her, he looked into her eyes, his own reflecting joy. "Are you alright?" he asked. His eyes were still the same; one was grey, the other was orange, the pupil blurred. He mentally groaned when he realized he was still half-blind. Great... that was just great. Now his field of vision was limited.
Joy.
He looked around, seeing strangers, people he didn't quite know. This place was familiar, yet unfamiliar to him. It looked like Colsar, if it was half-finished. He dared to look up at the sky, which was a striking red, a warning almost. He narrowed his eyes, confusion setting in. It was like as if everyone had been hurtled back in time. Back in time... wait a minute...
That was what happened!
I will send you back, back to the point the world lost her meaning. Save it from this.
Call immediately felt dizzy again as he suddenly swayed and collapsed. He felt like he was about to faint again. So it was another quest... an important one. Well, at least it was one he wanted to complete. Everything was overwhelming again. He soon grit his teeth and shoved the feeling down. He planted his palms on the ground and sat up, resting one hand on his head shortly after. Gods, the headaches... they were still there... the curse was still there... but how... how...
"I'm fine," he said out loud, looking around again. He could hear dwarves singing and pickaxes swinging... hold on a moment. That wasn't supposed to be there. He remembered Colsar being a quiet city. In that city, you could hear a nail drop. In this one, that wasn't the case. It was loud and bustling, with no guards in sight. It almost seemed like a dream.
He heard someone shout his name and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. It was Thalia's voice. His sister's voice. The sister who was supposed to be dead. She was running towards him, looking different than how he remembered. Her skin was grey, her eyes were black and red, and her hair was an ashier brown, with a light blue streak in it. She wore different clothing; black, red and purple attire. But he didn't care. That was his sister, and she was running towards him.
Thalia nearly tackled Call as she wrapped him in a tight hug. He could barely breathe, but he was smiling like this day couldn't get any better. Oh, but it did. Raven had come to him as well, barking happily. She was in her pup form, turned back before being sent to this point in time. The pup bounded right on over to him and nuzzled the side of his face, yapping cheerfully. Being hugged by his sister, Lucine being alive and with him, and Raven...
He never wanted this moment to end.
Unfortunately, it had to end sometime. Thalia pulled away after her tight hug, worried she had squeezed him a little too hard. "It really is you," Call commented breathlessly. Thalia stood and extended a hand to him. "Yep. Thalia in the flesh," she replied, grinning at her little brother, who wasn't dying anymore. She was still traumatized, but she grinned and bore it. She ignored his strangely colored eye. She wanted to ask about it, but she would ask later. "Come on, bonehead. Let's get going."
Call smiled up at her as she called him by the nickname she assigned him, taking her hand, letting her pull him up gently, unlike Eirach. Speaking of Eirach, she wasn't here. Athus didn't appear to be here either. He immediately looked down at his Mark, which was still there, reddened. He was confused over that as well, but he didn't let himself dwell on that right now. He could think about it later. Right now, everyone had to get up.
He watched as a complete stranger walked up to Tem, whispering something in her ear. He grit his teeth, reaching for where his dagger would normally be... which it was. It was somehow there, in its holster. But how? He didn't recall putting it back in there. His mask was missing, though. He didn't really need it anyway, did he? He was just glad he had his dagger. That dagger meant everything to him. It had belonged to his mum.
His mum, whom he had killed by coming into existence.
He faced the stranger, and yet, something was stopping him from going forward and addressing him. Maybe it was his need to protect Lucine. Yeah, that was it. He moved closer to Lucine, holding her hand, aware of Thalia scooping up Raven in her arms, looking at him with uncertainty. He looked over at her and gave her a reassuring smile before looking at the dwarves. He remembered being told about how the dwarves and humans worked together to build Colsar. Where had that gone?
Something happened after the Disaster, during the war. Something took away its will and purpose. The soul of the world is tied to the souls of its creatures.
The Whisper watched everything around it, confused. It had no idea what this was even supposed to be. It looked like the city it flew around it, being destroyed by the clashing ancient energies tearing the entire world apart, but it didn't know for sure. It looked towards Call, who was with the people he cared about. The Whisper, though, didn't have anyone to care about, and why would it? Nothing mattered still. It didn't care that it was sent back in time, along with all of these people...
Why had it been sent back?
Surely, it wasn't suitable for this type of thing.
Was it because it was...
It was...
Bonded to Call?
Yes. They were bonded. Linked. Stuck with each other. That explained the orange eye Call suddenly had, along with being half-blind. It was the same eye the Whisper was blinded by, covered by melting hair, or was it even melting hair? It had the appearance of being melted, that was for sure. It sighed and saw a stranger walk up to... who? Her name was Tem... probably. It had gathered Call's memories while he was unconscious all those times in Colsar, so it sort of knew the people he had journeyed with.
It just didn't know them.
It ignored the stranger for now and turned to one of the dwarves. It twirled its cane. "So do you guys have a Council here?" it asked. It then looked at Tem, hearing her say June's name. It kind of knew June, like everyone else sans Call. It didn't know what else to do, so it supposed it could...
"Ey," it whispered to Tem, nudging her. It took a step back in case she was about to wind it, twirling its cane again. "This June person... I can go find her, if you'd like. I can fly, so I should find her in no time flat. I know what she looks like, too. You can thank Callum for that. I was apart of him before being reformed. So you want me to do that? I won't hurt her, I have no reason to. I have no reason to be here, really, but hey, what can ya do? We're stuck here now."
A figure walked up to the vampire by Raphael and said something about someone named "June", whoever that is. The figure's orange glowing eye disturbed him, and as he turned his head to face the figure, the eye on his blindfold seems to focus on the orange eye. "Psh, where I come from, al can I fly, and you're not from there. So who are you? And what kind of creature are you?" Raphael hissed, and bared his fangs slightly. His hand took out a dagger under the cover of his cape. "I've never smelled a creature like you . . . " And let's just say I've killed more than my fair share of beings.
A boy was facing him too. He held a dagger in his hands, and a girl was by her side. Sigh, love. The emotion that makes you the weakest, bonding you to someone, unable to break free. Most likely, the boy wants to confront him, a stranger, but ah, love bounds him to the girl, to protect her. And that's why he'll never fall for love...
A figure walked up to the vampire by Raphael and said something about someone named "June", whoever that is. The figure's orange glowing eye disturbed him, and as he turned his head to face the figure, the eye on his blindfold seems to focus on the orange eye. "Psh, where I come from, al can I fly, and you're not from there. So who are you? And what kind of creature are you?" Raphael hissed, and bared his fangs slightly. His hand took out a dagger under the cover of his cape. "I've never smelled a creature like you . . . " And let's just say I've killed more than my fair share of beings.
A boy was facing him too. He held a dagger in his hands, and a girl was by her side. Sigh, love. The emotion that makes you the weakest, bonding you to someone, unable to break free. Most likely, the boy wants to confront him, a stranger, but ah, love bounds him to the girl, to protect her. And that's why he'll never fall for love...
