Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 24 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: The platform is about the size of an average bedroom. The wind, frost, and fire each seemed to… unravel… as they reached the Ichor. The bear leapt into action, taking wounds where there wasn’t Ichor, bleeding regular blood. It dived towards you. Jakob ducks and dives towards it, hoping to go under, thrusting his staff upwards.
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 8 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: “Maybe you should pull it out?” Quote I mean… The wound around the sliver was indeed very dirty. Perhaps the seizing resulted from an infection. 4 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: “Oh.” She felt useless. Was there even anything she could do? Wait… Mirth had healed her when Rage had attacked. Could she… @SpiritOfWrath Her power welled up within her, seeming to want this as well as comfort and encourage her. 1 minute ago, Argenti said: Jakob ducks and dives towards it, hoping to go under, thrusting his staff upwards. The staff unraveled under the bear, but still connected, throwing the bear away with a strength that was unnatural. However, the proximity to the bear worsened all your problems, reality seeming to warp around your Ichor wounds, forcing you to you hands and knees. Behind where the bear was, was a golden crown, seeming to ooze the golden Ichor. It seemed to… call… to you.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 Just now, SpiritOfWrath said: The wound around the sliver was indeed very dirty. Perhaps the seizing resulted from an infection. Her power welled up within her, seeming to want this as well as comfort and encourage her. The staff unraveled under the bear, but still connected, throwing the bear away with a strength that was unnatural. However, the proximity to the bear worsened all your problems, reality seeming to warp around your Ichor wounds, forcing you to you hands and knees. Behind where the bear was, was a golden crown, seeming to ooze the golden Ichor. It seemed to… call… to you. She looked at her hands. She could feel this in her belly. It felt almost familiar. She slowly reached out and put her hand near the wound.
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: She looked at her hands. She could feel this in her belly. It felt almost familiar. She slowly reached out and put her hand near the wound. The wound started to close, but really couldn’t do anything about the shaft of metal in her gut.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: The wound started to close, but really couldn’t do anything about the shaft of metal in her gut. She pulled her hand back. She didn’t think of anything more she could do.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: The wound started to close, but really couldn’t do anything about the shaft of metal in her gut. Aela started. "Wha- Felicity, that's amazing! Oh-!" She carefully removed the rod. Just now, Spark of Hope said: She pulled her hand back. She didn’t think of anything more she could do. "Try again."
Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: However, the proximity to the bear worsened all your problems, reality seeming to warp around your Ichor wounds, forcing you to you hands and knees. Behind where the bear was, was a golden crown, seeming to ooze the golden Ichor. It seemed to… call… to you. "Well, that. That seems interesting." Jakob thinks of a legend, of the helm of Agony that could grant immense, yet, terrible, power. He grins despite the pain, limping over to the bleeding crown. "Oh, what the hell." He mutters, grasping it in his hands, ichor pouring through his fingers.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Aela started. "Wha- Felicity, that's amazing! Oh-!" She carefully removed the rod. "Try again." She blinked but put her hand on the impaled area.
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 Just now, Argenti said: "Well, that. That seems interesting." Jakob thinks of a legend, of the helm of Agony that could grant immense, yet, terrible, power. He grins despite the pain, limping over to the bleeding crown. "Oh, what the hell." He mutters, grasping it in his hands, ichor pouring through his fingers. As he grasped it, reality… broke. It melded to him, transforming into Ichor and traveling up his arms and onto his head, forming a crown that dug into his forehead and dumped Ichor into his bloodstream. The world seemed to flinch around him, pulling away slightly, as the Ichor strengthened him. However, this strength came at a price. A stark pain and wrongness entered the back of his mind. His wounds sealed, healing completely, and a voice appeared in his mind. Well, this should be… interesting. @Spark of Hope Quote It’s not letting me quote u The wound healed, and the woman fell into a calm sleep. In the distance, a figure watched, before fading again into invisibility.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said: As he grasped it, reality… broke. It melded to him, transforming into Ichor and traveling up his arms and onto his head, forming a crown that dug into his forehead and dumped Ichor into his bloodstream. The world seemed to flinch around him, pulling away slightly, as the Ichor strengthened him. However, this strength came at a price. A stark pain and wrongness entered the back of his mind. His wounds sealed, healing completely, and a voice appeared in his mind. Well, this should be… interesting. @Spark of Hope The wound healed, and the woman fell into a calm sleep. In the distance, a figure watched, before fading again into invisibility. Quote Huh She saw the figure and squinted.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said: The wound healed, and the woman fell into a calm sleep. In the distance, a figure watched, before fading again into invisibility. Aela grinned. "I didn't know you could do that! That's incredible!"
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: She saw the figure and squinted. He disappeared. @Kino The knight in front of you disappeared, but the grass under his feet stayed bent.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Aela grinned. "I didn't know you could do that! That's incredible!" “I just remembered, you know, Mirth did it when we found her, so I thought maybe I…” Just now, SpiritOfWrath said: He disappeared. @Kino The knight in front of you disappeared, but the grass under his feet stayed bent. Her mouth became a tight line.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: “I just remembered, you know, Mirth did it when we found her, so I thought maybe I…” "That's true! How could I have forgotten . . . ?" she mused.
Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: As he grasped it, reality… broke. It melded to him, transforming into Ichor and traveling up his arms and onto his head, forming a crown that dug into his forehead and dumped Ichor into his bloodstream. The world seemed to flinch around him, pulling away slightly, as the Ichor strengthened him. However, this strength came at a price. A stark pain and wrongness entered the back of his mind. His wounds sealed, healing completely, and a voice appeared in his mind. Well, this should be… interesting. @Spark of Hope Jakob exhales as the rush of power floods him; the Ichor pulsing through him. He feels the flinch and smiles at the pain. Pain is a sign of life. His grandmother told him. As for the wrongness? Well, someone has to get this god-forsaken reality in line, and it sure as hell won't be Intellect or a tramutized 17-year-old. Well, hello there... He thinks And you are?
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 Just now, Argenti said: Jakob exhales as the rush of power floods him; the Ichor pulsing through him. He feels the flinch and smiles at the pain. Pain is a sign of life. His grandmother told him. As for the wrongness? Well, someone has to get this god-forsaken reality in line, and it sure as hell won't be Intellect or a tramutized 17-year-old. Well, hello there... He thinks And you are? You can call me Shayd. I think we will have an… interesting time together, no?
Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 Just now, SpiritOfWrath said: You can call me Shayd. I think we will have an… interesting time together, no? Oh most certainly. What are you? A great spirit? Or something... older? Quote Would it suprise you that in my dnd world everything Elder God related is Yellow or Gold?
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 2 minutes ago, Argenti said: Oh most certainly. What are you? A great spirit? Or something... older? Quote Oh really? Cool Something older. Something different. Let’s just say I’m tired of being held back.
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: "That's true! How could I have forgotten . . . ?" she mused. “A lot more has happened since that.”
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 Just now, Spark of Hope said: “A lot more has happened since that.” "True . . . well, what should we do with her? Bring her with us?"
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: "True . . . well, what should we do with her? Bring her with us?" She looked at the woman. “I don’t know. But it wouldn’t be right to leave her here.”
Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said: Something older. Something different. Let’s just say I’m tired of being held back. Can you help me get back home?
Through the Living Wrath he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Author Posted March 11, 2025 (edited) @Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass The woman’s breath stopped abruptly, her skin bleeding… And then… she… Disappeared. Completely. Utterly. There was no trace left. 2 minutes ago, Argenti said: Can you help me get back home? But what is your home to you? I can bring your friends back to you, but wouldn’t you like something… more? Regardless, I cannot do anything imprisoned as I am. Edited March 11, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath
Through the Living Hope Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said: @Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass The woman’s breath stopped abruptly, her skin bleeding… And then… she… Disappeared. Completely. Utterly. There was no trace left. But what is your home to you? I can bring your friends back to you, but wouldn’t you like something… more? Regardless, I cannot do anything imprisoned as I am. She blinked. “I didn’t do that.”
Argenti he/him Posted March 11, 2025 Posted March 11, 2025 (edited) 1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said: But what is your home to you? I can bring your friends back to you, but wouldn’t you like something… more? Regardless, I cannot do anything imprisoned as I am. My home reality. But that's beside the point. What do You want from me? Edited March 11, 2025 by Argenti
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