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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 19:04:23 GMT -6
Mairon touches the tower.
It quivers, as if being tickled.
Nuriko touches the tower with his teke.
The tower vibrates, as if drawing in a breath.
And then, a storm of color, an unnatural storm full of energy and chaos and screaming light, erupts from it. There is a sound, as if glass breaking, but there doesn’t seem to be any real damage.
The storm rises into the sky, and tears out of the Bone Forest, into the open Vastlands of Sirith. It moves quickly, quicker than any storm you’ve ever seen in your life. Soon it vanishes from your view.
The Tower, however, remains. It trembles, as if exhausted. You notice now that some of the light went out with the sound of shattering glass, but you still don’t see any damage.
The two who touched the Tower can feel a vibration of strange power within. A vision crosses through their minds - a vision of the ancient Vagabonds, huddled around fires, sharing stories.
A vision that quickly changes to show a magnificent city, a city growing out of the earth.
A sensation of harmony washes over them, and then the vision ends. The voice rings clear to all.
Thank you.
A female voice. A young and ageless voice.
You have lended me your admiration. It is appreciated.
She seems to speak to Mairon, and there is a smile in her voice.
The Tower shall be open now.
It will be a roadmap. A shrine. A place of safety.
You have done your duty well, Rangers, to lead these Breimen to me.
The Tower shifts. A slight crevasse forms in the wall in front of you, and then, a previously invisible seam opens. A door has appeared. Bony stairs twists out of it like a tongue.
The inside is lit with glowing moths and butterflies.
Two more great Ursa Major step outside, and sit in front of the entrance, on each side.
Like two statues they assume their spot as guardians, and turn to smooth bone statues - only the glowing crackles underneath their skin remain.
Tell your people that I will welcome them.
Rise above your fear of the surface, for those who put their trust in me shall never be alone.
Something else is moving in the doorway.
A child?
The white, small form of a strange hybrid child steps out.
Before your very eyes, she becomes a tall, gangly teen, clothed in white and color.
The Ungod stands before you in the flesh.
Tell them Digend is real.
I am real.
Time has come to believe.
She looks at each of those present. Although she has no eyes, you can feel her piercing gaze as it sees you down to your very souls.
She sees it all.
You know she does.
And she accepts it.
This Tower no longer has need of me.
She turns her head upwards, as if to look at the great, towering bone structure. The Tower breathes.
It is my Gift to your people. A beacon.
Use it well.
She rises into the air without even a flutter of wing. In your souls, you hear her call each of you by name.
Her head turns to face the eastern horizon, the direction of the storm.
Thank you.
And she is gone.
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Post by sansatine on Feb 5, 2019 21:34:15 GMT -6
"Danny" 3
The faded Ursa divided the group and Alois went with the larger after the ethereal being. As the brush receded and bone was all that remained, darkness seemed to guide the groups together again. The tower came into view and its ivory face seemed to look into Alois' heart, making her hair stand on end. Ivan brushed her leg to ground her and she snorted in response. I'm okay. She stood back and let the others be the first to interact with the sterile structure in front of them. Whether out of cunning or cowardice, she didn't know, but the Breimians seemed to not share her concerns as they blindly touched the face of the tower. It erupted serenely into a temple, rather than the obelisk that intrigued them. Alois was again uneasy, but still she watched as the door materialized. Through them stood a being she did not know. She spoke and the mare fixated on one word. Digend.
The name bounced around in her mind, bringing up bloody memories and scary stories, but this version of Digend seemed... different. There was something so clean and peaceful... kind almost about the ungod before them. Alois stayed where she was, but her curiosity begged her feet to explore. Alois's conscious begged her not to enter the doorway, but her feet carried her body in just the same. A feeling she couldn't quite place rushed over her as she ran her teke over the fixtures. It was the same feeling she had with Albella under the mango tree... the sense of home.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Feb 7, 2019 13:41:06 GMT -6
Mairon  | [ post #5 || word count: 365 ] |
Light. So bright even Mairon’s eyes could not bear it though they were used to the searing glow of the forge. He squeezed them shut against the blaze of color only to find himself looking at huddled figures about a fire. He could hear the crackle of the flames and the voices of those gathered together about its warmth. Though he could not hear the words he sensed they were sharing stories and epic tales. Then the scene changed and there was a city, resplendent and in seemingly perfect harmony with the earth it was nestled in. The kirin opened his pale gold eyes and the visions faded but the warm feeling of harmony remained. He’d taken several steps back from the tower as the storm had surged past the group.
The female voice, the voice of the ungod enveloped him. He felt rather than saw her smile in her words. The metal smith watched as an opening formed in the tower and two more Ursa Major emerged, but their appearance was dimmed by her. Digend. White, piercing, yet the kirin felt oddly drawn to her voice just as he’d been drawn to the inexplicable perfection of the tower. Like when metal burned white hot without trace of darkness or impurities. He’d heard tales of Digend while in the caves under Sirith, mere rumors and whispers really. He hadn’t believed them, but the ungod stood before them, unmistakable in her power and splendor. His eyes followed her as she thanked them and rose to vanished in the direction the storm of light had gone.
Like a spell broken he blinked and instinctively turned to Nuriko. A mixture of confusion and wonder in his eyes. Voicing words to describe what he felt would not do it justice. The feeling of the ungod’s presence was like nothing he’d ever felt before. What had just happened? Had his partner seen the visions as well? A shiver of fear and excitement washed over him as he realized that somehow their contact with the tower had caused the ungod to appear. Deep down Mairon felt he and Nuriko might have sent things into motion that they could not possibly comprehend.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
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Post by hydrus101 on Feb 7, 2019 20:24:10 GMT -6
 A S R A I• Vagabond | Hedgewitch •
“I don’t care what it takes, I am going to do what I know is right.
The feeling of bone beneath one’s hooves was...unsettling at best.
The pegasus had kept close to his mother’s side, despite his curiosity. He had wanted to ask the masked horse about his bird and the flashy horse about his scales and the kirin about his broken horn, but he kept silent. There was something dangerous in the bone trees and his intuition was screeching at him. Maybe he’d made a mistake.
The snapping of thin blades of grass- er bones, caught his attention, and with a hushed whisper, Nakamentha nudged him.
“Asrai, look. An Ursa. You remember that one we saw a few summers ago?”
With a small smile sneaking its way onto his face, Asrai nodded. Of course he remembered, that was one of the coolest things he’d seen in his entire life. A mother and her cub, speckled with stardust.
This one was different though, it’s shined with an eerie light, but it was fascinating all the same. The shapes that danced across her coat were mesmerizing, they’d never seen anything like it.
As the bear stood and roared, Naka grinned and murmured again, low enough that the others wouldn’t be able to hear. “Can you...talk to her?”
Asrai nodded and as the group of Breimians and Vagabonds conversed, he trotted quietly through the undergrowth, ahead of the others with his mother in tow. They wouldn’t notice that the pair had left.
Gaining ground, Asrai began to slow his pace, keeping a good distance from the Ursa should she turn out to be less benevolent than she appeared.
“Hello!” he called out, testing out the voice of bears to see if she would react. He didn’t know if Ursas had their own unique language, but it must’ve been similar to a regular bears, right?
The pale creature made no noise to reply, but she did turn her head slightly so Asrai could see into her eyes. Pure ethereal white, the light of the brightest stars. It burned, and he had to look away.
Blinking the blaze from his eyes, Asrai tried again, lifting his accent. “I hope you don’t mind us following you...” he tilted his head and looked back. The big group of was behind him now, following just as he and his mother were. “Where are you going?”
And again no reply.
Asrai fell silent, but he wasn’t discouraged. Maybe she just wasn’t a talkative creature. That was fine, Nyx wasn’t talkative either but they were still good friends.
Before he was even able to open his mouth again, Naka called to him, she sounded tense. Whirling on a dime, Asrai scampered back to her hooves. Had the forest always been this dark?
Naka shook her head, gesturing up.
The sky was gone.
It was black as pitch, not even the glassy shine of a single star shown through. It was the opposite, the antithesis of the Ursa’s glowing eyes.
“Is she safe?” Naka whispered, lips tight.
Asrai nodded, pulling his mother closer to the bear. “She’s kind.” he replied, pressing as close as he dared.
She was the only source of light in his dark, evil forest. She was their hope.
The bear continued on her path, the huddle of scared horses in tow, and soon the trees of bone widened into a clearing. At it’s center, the tower.
Insects clicked and buzzed around his ears, and with a shock, Asrai realized he couldn’t feel them.
They had no energy, no life. They were merely animated bone, no soul or spirit to think of. Their mandibles clicked, a nervous tick tick tick that dug into his ears and made the feathers on his neck stand up.
When he turned back, the bear was gone.
They were closer to the tower too, Asrai hadn’t thought he had moved, and yet he was so close. Had he taken a few steps, he could’ve reached out and touched it.
But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. There was something wrong about this place, this tower of bone. Naka felt it too, obvious by the way she pulled her son closer.
The aura of fright didn’t extend to the hybrid and the kirin.
They both reached out and Asrai let a quiet “Wait!” spill from his lips, before something bright and loud and chaotic and mesmerizing hit him with the force of a maelstrom. The light blinded him, made the Ursa’s eyes nothing more than a dying ember, and he squeezed them shut but it did no good. Shattering glass echoed in his ears as he pinned them.
Seconds ticked by the glow began to dim. It was receding, pulling up, congregating into a swirling storm high above his head before it moved off, fluttering off onto the horizon, though Asrai did not watch as he still had his eyes clamped tight.
Naka nudged him and slowly he allowed his lids to open, taking in the full view of the tower as it visibly trembled from the effort of releasing the storm.
Then there was the voice.
The words tumbled down like a half frozen waterfall, slow yet never stopping, continuous. Asrai barely registered the things this ethereal voice said to them. She sounded so innocent, so pure, blinding like the white light from before. For a moment Asrai considered calling out, but he didn’t dare to break the silence as the doorway opened and two more Ursa stepped out and became bone.
His mouth ran dry. Something was wrong, the headache at the base of his skull flared and Naka’s body grew rigid.
Then he saw her.
The child.
She was beautiful, smaller than him until she warped and changed and was suddenly taller. She murmured her name, and it echoed through the group as Naka began to tremble, the signs of a seizure pulling to the surface, but as the white mare- Digend- turned her eyes upon her, she stopped. Nakamentha did not tremble any longer, even as her gaze fell on Asrai.
He felt her search his soul, just as Argus had those few short weeks ago. This being, this mare, she was a god, and Asrai knew it.
The last few words she spoke fell on ringing ears, and everything became muffled.
A god.
A god.
A god.
She was a god. A new one.
A god of change.
His senses were still blocked, overloaded from the realization of everything as it collapsed around his shoulders. The horses behind him gasped, he knew not at what, and Naka pulled at his saddlebags. He could hear her voice, but it was as if he was underwater. Muffled. Murky.
The ringing grew louder, louder, forming noises and shrieks until his mother’s voice finally punched through his awareness like glass.
“Asrai!” She yelled, two inches from his face, eyes wild.
She must’ve seen his gaze refocus because she stopped shaking him, instead pressing her body against his, herding him away from the tower.
“We need to leave.”
“Mom-“
“We have to go now.”
“Mom-“
“It’s not safe.”
“Mom!”
The hedgewitch stopped and under her terrified gaze, Asrai began to shake, tears pooling in his eyes.
“What was that?”
The mare’s eyes narrowed, the whites still visible. “Something worse than I had ever imagined. We need to go. Now.”
This time, Asrai didn’t try to stop her, instead blinking away tears as he and his mother raced out of the clearing without a word to the other Breimians or Vagabonds, hollow bone clacking beneath his stumbling hooves.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 14:49:19 GMT -6
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