The Scholar's Guild

[Rushu42 she/her]

On 1/1/2020 at 6:09 AM, AonEne said:

Why is my brain taking this and not only mildly shipping it, but also thinking of all the ways a relationship could affect the character development of both of them? With that bane and Aln’s personality...ahhhhh  Don’t mind me 

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Man, Aln in a relationship would be... interesting. I think her bane has come up before: the better she knows someone, the weaker get magic is (including the boon that lets her communicate). There's a reason she doesn't have friends.

 

On 1/1/2020 at 4:21 AM, mathiau said:

"Well every pair is unique" Folorian answered "It is not much more odd than the person who got a set of pricey cloths. And to answer you yes, it was recent, I've only been here for a pew hours" I guess

Noticing Aln often looked to here side, Folorian tried to focus his attention on where she was looking at and soon started seeing Zerameth.

But he could neither see Aln nor hear her anymore.

"What were you doing before your visit to the Nightwatcher? You're from Scadrial..." She trailed off. Folorian was staring at Zerameth, and had clearly heard nothing. She stepped up to him, and cautiously tapped him on the shoulder.

"Are you okay?" 

She reached into her satchel as she said this, and retrieved a notebook. He had mentioned a bane - perhaps she could glean some more information from this.

[mathiau he/him]

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Man, Aln in a relationship would be... interesting. I think her bane has come up before: the better she knows someone, the weaker get magic is (including the boon that lets her communicate). There's a reason she doesn't have friends

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Also Folorian would have no idea on how to initiate any kind of intimate relationship with anyone, notably because I would not know either.

That being said there are ways to decrease Aln’s communication problems (sign language comes to mind) and Folorian would search for some if he knew about her boon and bane

Just now, Rushu42 said:

 

"What were you doing before your visit to the Nightwatcher? You're from Scadrial..." She trailed off. Folorian was staring at Zerameth, and had clearly heard nothing. She stepped up to him, and cautiously tapped him on the shoulder.

"Are you okay?" 

She reached into her satchel as she said this, and retrieved a notebook. He had mentioned a bane - perhaps she could glean some more information from this.

At the moment Aln touched Folorian’s shoulder, Folorian reflexively moved away from her. Then Folorian had a moment of awareness were he could see the whole room and not just one thing at a time; but this moment faded as soon as he sat his eyes on Aln.

“I’m truly sorry” He then said “I started too look at this man over there and then…” Folorian was about to turn toward Zerameth but decided against it, instead just pointing at the general direction he had been and hoping he was not too much off. “And then I lost sight of you, I-I guess I also lost hearing of you so, er… What were you saying?”

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You can have Folorian pointing far away from Zerameth if you want

(also we've started using Zerameth in our character's conversation, should we tag @Invocation?)

 

[+Invocation]

On 1/6/2020 at 6:42 PM, mathiau said:

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(also we've started using Zerameth in our character's conversation, should we tag @Invocation?)

 

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Tags don't work inside quote boxes, but I'm here now anyway.

 

[Rushu42 she/her]

On 1/6/2020 at 7:42 PM, mathiau said:

At the moment Aln touched Folorian’s shoulder, Folorian reflexively moved away from her. Then Folorian had a moment of awareness were he could see the whole room and not just one thing at a time; but this moment faded as soon as he sat his eyes on Aln.

“I’m truly sorry” He then said “I started too look at this man over there and then…” Folorian was about to turn toward Zerameth but decided against it, instead just pointing at the general direction he had been and hoping he was not too much off. “And then I lost sight of you, I-I guess I also lost hearing of you so, er… What were you saying?”

 

Aln glanced in the direction of his finger; he pointed at the door to the restroom. Then she gently took his arm and guided him to a chair. Sitting as well, she focused on him, flipping her notebook open. 

"What exactly just happened?" 

[mathiau he/him]

9 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln glanced in the direction of his finger; he pointed at the door to the restroom. Then she gently took his arm and guided him to a chair. Sitting as well, she focused on him, flipping her notebook open. 

"What exactly just happened?" 

"Well, er... When you asked about me weakness, I realized I was seeing all the world in black except you" Folorian answered  "Then I saw you giving quick glances to your side so I tried to look there and I somehow managed to see the man you were looking at. Since I didn't saw you getting close to me I guess I wasn't seeing you anymore, nor hearing, but I did not realize it at the time. When You touched my shoulder I had a moment were I could see the all world, which I guess was a safety mechanism, but this moment has passed and I can only see you once again, I can't even see the chair you appear to be seating on."

[Rushu42 she/her]

11 hours ago, mathiau said:

"Well, er... When you asked about me weakness, I realized I was seeing all the world in black except you" Folorian answered  "Then I saw you giving quick glances to your side so I tried to look there and I somehow managed to see the man you were looking at. Since I didn't saw you getting close to me I guess I wasn't seeing you anymore, nor hearing, but I did not realize it at the time. When You touched my shoulder I had a moment were I could see the all world, which I guess was a safety mechanism, but this moment has passed and I can only see you once again, I can't even see the chair you appear to be seating on."

Aln scribbled something on to her page. 

"Interesting. Is this a common occurrence?"

[mathiau he/him]

1 minute ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln scribbled something on to her page. 

"Interesting. Is this a common occurrence?"

"Well, I don't know if we can talk about 'common occurrence' for something I had for only a few hours and that I don't realize while it's happening unless paying close attention."

Folorian stooped speaking for a few seconds, then he spoke again like he had never stopped "Also, talking about 'not realizing', I've just realized I could see your notebook while focusing on you. Oh! And I cannot remember anything between the moment I heard about this Guild and the moment I found it so I guess that was my curse too, though at that time I was not focusing on anything I was seeing."

[Rushu42 she/her]

55 minutes ago, mathiau said:

"Well, I don't know if we can talk about 'common occurrence' for something I had for only a few hours and that I don't realize while it's happening unless paying close attention."

Folorian stooped speaking for a few seconds, then he spoke again like he had never stopped "Also, talking about 'not realizing', I've just realized I could see your notebook while focusing on you. Oh! And I cannot remember anything between the moment I heard about this Guild and the moment I found it so I guess that was my curse too, though at that time I was not focusing on anything I was seeing."

A few hours ago? It must be his bane, then. Aln wrote down what he told her, then looked up. It seemed like an extreme bane, particularly given what his boon was. Usually the Nightwatcher balanced these things out.

"So you can only pay attention one thing at a time? That's a pretty significant liability. Does your mind process things faster when you're focused?"

[+Invocation]

Zerameth's head began to ache, irritatingly itchy as if he had known what the other two were discussing, but that knowledge like the rest had been lost to the murk in his mind. Phantom voices whispered to him of things he couldn't understand, and the temptation to look at where he had seen that thing before grew. He knew if he looked there he'd see it again, but he couldn't stand it. Nevertheless, his eyes twitched in that direction.

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Whoops, spilled Zerameth's internal issues all over this post.

 

[mathiau he/him]

11 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

A few hours ago? It must be his bane, then. Aln wrote down what he told her, then looked up. It seemed like an extreme bane, particularly given what his boon was. Usually the Nightwatcher balanced these things out.

"So you can only pay attention one thing at a time? That's a pretty significant liability. Does your mind process things faster when you're focused?"

Completely oblivious to Zerameth's movements, Folorian answered

"Well, I don't feel faster but my perception of time is affected to so I'm not sure I would feel faster but..." he looked at here notebook for a while "Maybe I could try to sketch you from memory so we can know if my memory is more effecive than usual?"

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Actually his bane looks worse than it actually is, a bit like the bane that makes see the world upside down. Folorian just hasn't found the right coping mechanism

 

Edited January 12, 2020 by mathiau

[Rushu42 she/her]

On 1/12/2020 at 7:47 AM, mathiau said:

Completely oblivious to Zerameth's movements, Folorian answered

"Well, I don't feel faster but my perception of time is affected to so I'm not sure I would feel faster but..." he looked at here notebook for a while "Maybe I could try to sketch you from memory so we can know if my memory is more effecive than usual?"

 

Aln raised a bit of an eyebrow, but nodded. 

"Seems like a reasonable test."

She carefully tore a piece of paper from her book, and handed it over, along with a pencil. She held still for a moment, insuring that he could get a sufficient look at her, then stood up.

"I hope you don't mind if I attend to something while you do that?"

Without waiting for a response, she walked over to where Zerameth sat, and leaned against the low table.

"How are you feeling?" She asked. "Have you seen-" she gestured vaguely - "anything else?"

As she spoke, she took in his appearance. His wound seems healed - that's just dried blood in his hair. He looks troubled, though, and frightened. How did he lose his memory?

@Invocation

Edited January 14, 2020 by Rushu42
Wouldn't let me tag for a minute there

[+Invocation]

1 hour ago, Rushu42 said:

"How are you feeling?" She asked. "Have you seen-" she gestured vaguely - "anything else?"

His eye twitched again. "Seen? No. Not exactly seen. Heard, though? Yes. Yes very much." Twitch. His fingers flicked this time, hand flexing in concert behind his back; a gesture that felt both familiar and newly different. Isn't there anything I can do? Why can't I know who I am?

His heartbeat sped up, thundering in his ears with a sound like a vaguely familiar seaside crash why a sea what's a sea where's a sea and his began to static over. He lurched forward, falling out of the chair. "Somethings...wrong," he muttered, lips numb and tongue unwilling. Something's...very wrong.

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Zerameth was overwhelmed by his senses. A harsh, grating voice. Wet, rotting smells. Hard stone beneath him. All of it new. All of it fresh. But all of it somehow familiar.

The voice again, nasally and irritatingly harsh, accompanied by a kick in the ribs. "When I tell you to get up, son, you get up. Now." Another kick.

He scrambled up, sunlight momentarily blinding him. Once he'd adjusted, he had a few moments of sight - flashes of a scarred man in red clothes and boots - before one of said boots made contact with his chin and sent him sprawling across the ground. "Next time be faster."

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Alright Rushu if you're gonna try the heal, now's the time.

@Rushu42

Edited January 14, 2020 by Invocation

[Rushu42 she/her]

1 minute ago, Invocation said:

His eye twitched again. "Seen? No. Not exactly seen. Heard, though? Yes. Yes very much." Twitch. His fingers flicked this time, hand flexing in concert behind his back; a gesture that felt both familiar and newly different. Isn't there anything I can do? Why can't I know who I am?

His heartbeat sped up, thundering in his ears with a sound like a vaguely familiar seaside crash why a sea what's a sea where's a sea and his began to static over. He lurched forward, falling out of the chair. "Somethings...wrong," he muttered, lips numb and tongue unwilling. Something's...very wrong.

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Zerameth was overwhelmed by his senses. A harsh, grating voice. Wet, rotting smells. Hard stone beneath him. All of it new. All of it fresh. But all of it somehow familiar.

The voice again, nasally and irritatingly harsh, accompanied by a kick in the ribs. "When I tell you to get up, son, you get up. Now." Another kick.

He scrambled up, sunlight momentarily blinding him. Once he'd adjusted, he had a few moments of sight - flashes of a scarred man in red clothes and boots - before one of said boots made contact with his chin and sent him sprawling across the ground. "Next time be faster.

@Rushu42

Aln jumped backwards as the man suddenly tumbled from the chair, his forehead narrowly missing the table. His eyes were far away, lips twitching as if to form words. Aln hesitated, then drew Stormlight into herself, dimming the lights around the room. The familiar energy surged within her, and her thoughts seemed to quicken. 

DidI not heal him properly the first time? No... The concussion was gone. This must be something else. Related to his amnesia, perhaps? 

There was no time to wonder. She poured Progression into him, hoping for something.

[+Invocation]

The sky was shot through by a lattice of white for a second, and energy seemed to flow around Zerameth as he lay on the rocky ground, oddly unfamiliar where the rest of the experience was just out of reach of familiarity and seemingly unrelated to his head rebounding on the kick.

The other man snorted, face a raw cliff of disgust. It hurt him inside to see that, for some reason. Made his breath hitch, and the next was ragged. "Your brother was already a master of the basic forms when he was your age. You should at least know how to get back up after falling over.

"Maybe someday." As he walked away, Zerameth caught the words the other man muttered at the edge of hearing: "Always knew that runt would be a disappointment."

That, too, made his chest hurt. But he didn't know why.

Zerameth tottered to his feet, unstable but there, and ambled the opposite direction of the scarred man. He'd had enough of that for one day. Muscle memory guided him to a corner in the garden that was draped over by vines and where he could rest in peace. His little corner of the Tranquiline Halls there. The only refuse he had.

But when he reached that, there was only dirt.

That hurt worse than any words could.

He curled up there and wept.

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Back in the library, Zerameth lay on the floor, the transition from a humid rot to the dry book smells jarring. Even here, he wept. He didn't know why, didn't understand what made those emotions, but tears still streaked his face and roughed his voice. "What - what was that? Could you see that?"

@Rushu42

Edited January 14, 2020 by Invocation

[mathiau he/him]

10 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

Aln raised a bit of an eyebrow, but nodded. 

"Seems like a reasonable test."

She carefully tore a piece of paper from her book, and handed it over, along with a pencil. She held still for a moment, insuring that he could get a sufficient look at her, then stood up.

"I hope you don't mind if I attend to something while you do that?"

Without waiting for a response, she walked over to where Zerameth sat, and leaned against the low table.

While Aln was holding still Folorian stored a memory of her to compare when he'd be finished

"I hope you don't mind if I attend to something while you do that?"

"Not at all" Folorian answer, not realizing she had not waited for his answer.

He started drawing her in a sited position, writing on her note book. When he was finished he compared the drawing to the memory he had stored earlier, the limbs were a little too thin and the number of pocket was off but he was proud of how accurate the face was for the time he had seen it, it couldn't have been much more than thirty minuted, right?

"I have finished if you want to see..." He trailed of as he saw Aln glowing. Was that stormlight? She appeared to be pouring it into something. No, not some something, someone, the same man she was looking at earlier. In awe he walked toward them, daring not to speak lest he'd interrupt them.

[+Ark1002]

Through a crack in the wall, a small bug emerged. It resembled a cremling, with a large spike on the back.

It walked up to the ceiling, above Aln. It's small black eyes focused in on her, and its antennae twitched. It's eyes swiveled, surveying the room.

The bug stayed there, watching.

[+Invocation]

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Storming Sleepless >:(

 

[Rushu42 she/her]

On 1/13/2020 at 11:11 PM, Invocation said:

Back in the library, Zerameth lay on the floor, the transition from a humid rot to the dry book smells jarring. Even here, he wept. He didn't know why, didn't understand what made those emotions, but tears still streaked his face and roughed his voice. "What - what was that? Could you see that?"

The Stormlight streamed into the air, dissipating ineffectively, and Aln sagged, disappointed. Why could she never heal when it mattered? Suddenly, the man stopped thrashing an muttering, and sat up. Heartbeat still thudding with adrenaline, Aln started to say something, but stopped when she saw his tears. She tensed, unsure of how to comfort him. She settled on trying to help him back to his seat, saying gently, "You had some sort of fit. Apparently it was associated with a vision of some sort, either a hallucination or perhaps a memory. If you like, you could try writing it down, and I could help you make sense of it."

She felt helpless as she walked to grab some more paper from her desk. Gathering it, she noticed that Myriad's spanreed was flashing. She debated for a moment, then turned back to the amnesiac; his needs seemed more urgent. As she returned, her eyes automatically took in the room. In the dim light, it took her a moment to realize what the dark shape on the ceiling was. And then she froze. She could feel her breath coming faster. Perhaps it was only an ordinary bug? But no. It had the same horrible, dark carapace that she could not banish from her dreams. She stumbled back into her desk, and her trembling hand unconsciously touched her eyelid. He had died. HE WAS GONE. Right?!

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Wow. Today has been quite a day for Aln. First her long-lost sister shows up out of the blue, wreaking havoc on Aln's emotional well being, then she finds an unconscious amnesiac on her doorstep, and now the Sleepless is back? Hoo boy. This is going to be interesting.

Also, sorry if I godmodded Zerameth. I felt like Ark's post deserved attention, so I may have slightly glossed over it.

@Ark1002

[+Invocation]

20 minutes ago, Rushu42 said:

If you like, you could try writing it down, and I could help you make sense of it."

"I -" Zerameth broke off, not sure if he should be admitting something like this to someone he just met, but doing it all the same - "I can't read. So I don't think I can write either."

[mathiau he/him]

11 hours ago, Rushu42 said:

The Stormlight streamed into the air, dissipating ineffectively, and Aln sagged, disappointed. Why could she never heal when it mattered? Suddenly, the man stopped thrashing an muttering, and sat up. Heartbeat still thudding with adrenaline, Aln started to say something, but stopped when she saw his tears. She tensed, unsure of how to comfort him. She settled on trying to help him back to his seat, saying gently, "You had some sort of fit. Apparently it was associated with a vision of some sort, either a hallucination or perhaps a memory. If you like, you could try writing it down, and I could help you make sense of it."

Folorian only realized he was seeing both Aln and Zerameth at the same time when the latter disappeared from is sight at the same time as the stormlight from Aln. How had that been? He had only been focusing on Aln... No. He had been focusing on what Aln had been doing, and that had included this man.

When Aln started speaking again Folorian tried to focus not on her but on her conversation and, although he missed the beginning of Zerameth's sentence and Aln's appearance was now a bit blurry, he managed to understand enough of it

"...n't read. So I don't think I can write either."

"Well" Folorian answered, pulling out his copper medallion "I think may have an alternative, mister...?" .

@Invocation

[+Ark1002]

The bug clicked it's claws together, and began to climb down the wall, towards Aln. It's eyes swirled, various shades of red, purple, and green.

It slid onto the floor, walking towards Aln.

[Grey Knight]

4 hours ago, Ark1002 said:

The bug clicked it's claws together, and began to climb down the wall, towards Aln. It's eyes swirled, various shades of red, purple, and green.

It slid onto the floor, walking towards Aln.

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I really hate this guy. I really, really hate this guy.

Congratulations on writing a despicable villain, Ark. You're very good at it 

 

Edited January 17, 2020 by Grey Knight

[Rushu42 she/her]

Eyes still fixed on the ceiling, Aln knew nothing of the conversation around her. Her thoughts were running in panicked circles. How did he find me? Why isn't he dead? How do I get away? WHY ISN'T HE DEAD?

"Aln," said a quiet, familiar voice in the back of her head. "Calm down. Close your eyes." She hated to let the bug out of her sight, but she obeyed. She felt a surge of panic as the darkness fell around her - what was happening in the room? What if the bug moved? - but she took several deep breaths, and imagined a shimmering globe, rotating in the darkness. Her breathing slowed, and she could feel some clarity return to her mind. 

"Now," said her spren, "what do you know about Sleepless?"

She recalled the research she had done, poring through fragments of histories and vague descriptions of encounters. 

They have one consciousness, but their body is formed of hundreds or thousands of cremlings. This makes them very versatile and very powerful. Because their mind can survive when much of their body is destroyed, Sleepless are very hard to kill. It is, however, possible to do so if you destroy enough of the cremlings. They're found all over the Cosmere.

"So what are the options?"

Perhaps he stored his consciousness in a separate, secure group of cremlings, sl allowing them to survive the attack. That seems like a probable precaution, as he mentioned having been wounded before. Perhaps his mind was mostly destroyed, and now the remaining cremlings are returning to me as the last thing they saw. Unlikely after six months, though. Perhaps it was a different Sleepless, or even an ordinary bug. 

"So what can be done?"

I don't know. Aln felt the panic welling up again, overwhelming whatever calm her spren had instilled. She wrenched her eyes open, and saw the cremling crawling towards her across the floor.  She jumped backwards around the desk, and fumbled for the nearest thing she had to a weapon - a small knife of the sort used for sharpening pencils. 

"What do you want?" She asked the bug, ignoring her spren. She could feel her voice trembling. "Why did you come here?"

@Ark1002 @mathiau @Invocation

[+Ark1002]

The bugs stopped in place, clacking it's claws together, ignoring the question.

Suddenly, for all the world, it seemed to be acting like a normal bug. It stopped in place for a while, then slowly wandered over to a desk. It began to climb the desk, still acting completely normal. Just like any other bug...

@Rushu42

[+Invocation]

On 1/17/2020 at 7:46 AM, mathiau said:

"Well" Folorian answered, pulling out his copper medallion "I think may have an alternative, mister...?" .

"Zerameth. Zerameth Adovani. That's...the only thing I know about myself. What do you mean an alternative?" Zerameth didn't spare a glance for Aln talking to the wall. He, apparently, saw things that weren't there. Why wouldn't she?