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People you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley
ZincAboutIt replied to Voidus's topic in The Alleyverse
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People you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley
ZincAboutIt replied to Voidus's topic in The Alleyverse
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Renata looked up from her notepad. She'd just finished writing "strange thunder?" which she had circled. "I storming hope not," she muttered. There weren't enough spheres in the world to make up for that. Renata watched the staircase out of the corner of her eye, half-expecting some kind of Voidbringer nightmare to come crawling back out. Stupid, she chided herself. People were perfectly capable of horrors on their own - monsters weren't necessary. A memory floated through her mind, unbidden. She could feel the tug of a brush through her hair, fingers plaiting the long tresses, the reflection of a few emerald broams in a looking glass, turning the underside of her face green. "Such beautiful hair you have, Talena..." her mother's voice. No, not her mother. Renata squeezed her eyes shut, pulling her left sleeve up. She read the name there. Renata. My name is Renata.
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Renata slipped a small notebook out of her coat pocket and flipped it open, jotting down what the doctor said in a quick shorthand. She underlined "unusual" twice, thinking. Wouldn't everything seem unusual in a new world? How "unusual" did Nitinyas expect things to become? There was a growing uneasiness in the pit of her stomach as she glanced around the room. The woman about her own age, the one who seemed to know about Shadesmar, seemed a wise person to watch. She's likely the most qualified person here, she thought. The realization brought her little comfort. She quickly scribbled down what she could remember of the doctor's first words, not bothering to wonder at the majority of their meaning. A scribe wrote first, asked later. "Has anyone mapped the land yet?" she said, feeling a bit self-conscious that more people weren't asking questions.
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Renata shrugged at Arun's question. "Possibly." She watched Nitinyas carefully over the rim of her glass. He seemed far too smart to send a bunch of untrained, random people on what sounded like a very specialized mission. Didn't he have ardents for this sort of thing? Or, whatever passed for ardents out here. He mentioned the "cognitive realm," which Renata was pretty sure meant Shadesmar. She'd traveled through that place to get here, and she wasn't too keen to return. It was an odd place, with its too-small sun and land where water ought to be. "By 'foreign material,' do you mean gems? Plants? Metal?" she asked, louder. People? That part she kept to herself, and suppressed a small shiver at the thought. She was no slaver.
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"Answers about what exactly we'll be doing on this expedition," Renata said, stepping forward a little so she could better hear what the doctor would say next. "Aren't you curious?"
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@Chasmfiend#1 first a bear, now a giant talking spider. I'm blaming you for my nightmares
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Renata's head snapped around as the doors at the far end of the room opened, revealing an older man - presumably the expedition leader. She tapped Arun on the shoulder, nodding her chin in the doctor's direction. "Looks like we're finally going to get some answers," she whispered. @Blessing of Potency
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"I wouldn't rule that out either," Renata cautioned, frowning, "but if that's the case then we're both going mad in exactly the same way."
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*irritated noises of disbelief*
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The boots are spiked.
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*gives boots* *pulls snickerdoodle out of her coat pocket, begins eating it*
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No. I'll just live with your offense. I'll bake and drink my own spiked things thankyouverymuch.
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Scadrial, Renata thought. Some other world, the one where people ate metal. Odd people, but then, everyone here was odd. "Did you just see that man hit someone with a stick?" Renata asked Arun. @Blessing of Potency
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I can't keep up with all these storming baked goods. My own, those of others, eating anything on this forum is like playing Russian roulette.
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Wait a second... I think I read a version of this exchange in one of the intro threads. *suspiciously puts down bread*
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Cool I'm in.
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Ooh frosting. Will I be forfeiting my soul in this sugary exchange?
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What's in it?
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Apologies. Do you want repayment of offense in the customary fashion? *begins to unlace boots*
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"A hundred years?" Liezl said, incredulous. "But you can't be more than forty." "Any halfway-decent mage knows how to change their age," Aldred said to her. "I know that much at least, though I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel on my knowledge. Not many ritual mages roving the wilds or hiding in remote villages. Out there, magic is far less... organized." He turned back to Thorstein, wondering what else the man could do. Probably just about anything. Could he help get Aldred's memories back? Stop them from fading like color on old cloth? A topic for another time, he thought. @MacThorstenson
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Renata took a sip from her new glass of wine. "So," she asked Arun, hoping her attempts at small talk didn't sound too forced, "where are you from, originally?"
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Do it. Join the Cult of Aldred. It can be just layers and layers of societies. It's cults all the way down.
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Every time I re-read Oathbringer I want to grab Evi by the shoulders and smack her face. She didn’t deserve to die but the woman was about as dumb as a pile of rocks. Oh, you don’t like Alethkar and it’s culture of war? Probably shouldn’t have come there and married a storming warlord ON PURPOSE. Oh the women are too clever for you? Cry me a river airhead. How anyone could remain so naive over the course of decades is beyond me. I’d hate to see what her ideal day looked like, I’d probably die of boredom.
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Aldred nodded, beginning to put together what Thorstein was trying to do. He glanced over at Liezl, who was looking at the Ritualist with a mixture of confusion and gratitude. He grinned at her. "I told you I'd bring you something nice," he whispered. She rolled her eyes. Aldred leaned back against the wall, watching the man work. His magic was a silent thing to Aldred, no pulsing, no droning, not even the whisper of a pull. Here in this cellar, Aldred was just... Aldred. The priest, the wanderer. The disappointment. He swatted the thought away like a fly. "I've never heard of such detailed enchantment," Aldred said, partially to distract himself, partially because it was true. The few Ritual mages he'd met had been twice as haughty and not half as skilled as Thorstein. "How long did you study? Is it true that they keep you in the Academy for a hundred years before you get to practice magic outside the walls?" @MacThorstenson
