Mist

Random Bystander.[/s] RNG has spoken, hello, welcome to the game! oops I hit a random bystander guess I'd better fix my aim edit: ooopsss hehehe. Sowwy. Forgot the close tag.

I convert Chasmgoat

I'll join you guys in chaos/drastically different playstyles.

Y'know what sure I'll play. I'm thinking RNG of some sort. And PMs. And just a different playstyle. Here comes Tria Noche.

The opposition was the Agerians. They attacked, slowly spreading across the planets.

I'll do nothing.

I'll tax

Ember watches this in amusement. "Actually, Fadran, could I come look for Vapor with you? At least I'm assuming that's what you'll be doing."

Sorry I don't check all my notifications... Sorry.

Butterfluffer X arose. "Papas fritos," it said, zombielike.

*hugs* It's okay to be imperfect. We're all imperfect. I hope tomorrow is better too!

I agree that communication would be helpful. I'm scared, I'm a Splinter of Dominion and Odium.

"My powers are fairly well suited to fighting. I'll join the Core. Also, I'm concerned Tawny will find me and show up here, which is a bit of a problem."

"I'm not sure. Maybe we should see who we need for our other problems first?"

"I think she'll need help, although she's remarkable at drawing people to her cause. And Tawny is definitely an enemy."

"Yes. Somehow. I think T may have been preparing to face her."

"She's one of the strongest people with mind powers that I know of, maybe on the level of a holed. I think she probably has another ability, but I haven't seen it in action. Possibly time, that one's less obvious. And she can locate me through my mind, I don't know why she's not here yet."

That was awesome. <3. As are you. Happy 1000th!

"You've got those portals and that sword, Queen has ... just so many powers. Chrysler's got those runes, we've got a lot of abilities represented here."

"It's comforting that you don't think she's alone." Ember sat. He wanted to be chasing after her, but there was nothing he could do. If he found her, she'd just run off. Again. If only Fadran had been able to heal her. When he realized Fadran was talking to everyone, he looked up from his lap. "I think we've got better chances than you think."

I thought it was fun So at first I was talking, and y'all know me, I tell the truth, so I accidentally said (well, like I typed it but wasn't trying to out myself) I only had one item, so I must have been a Shard, so I gave up on being closed-mouthed at that point.

"Oh. I'm not surprised, per se, although I didn't know. At least she knows. Thank you, Fadran." He hangs his head. "I... I wonder what will happen to her."

She lays on the ground, unconscious, not responding.

Ember turned when he heard Fadran's footsteps, and his heart sank when he saw Fadran's face. "What happened?"

A speck of magic appeared, rapidly expanding into a young woman, upright, but unconscious. She falls. Asleep, she remembers. The marketplace bustled with people, dressed in all sorts of colors, and with all sorts of abilities. Tara tried not to stare at the Fielders dressed in slightly glowing white clothes, the Aeternals with a shadow following them, and the Aurals with wings as part of their clothes. Occasionally, she saw someone displaying their abilities and started to linger, but her mother gently urged her on. “But Mother,” she said, “I want to watch them use their powers.” “We’re in a hurry right now, Tara.” “Mom, please.” She was dragging her feet now. Her mother sighed. “We can’t stop now, but if you cooperate, we can stop and see the Ardentes on our way home.” Tara thought about it, then settled down, content with the promise of later entertainment. As they pushed through the crowds of people, dressed largely in pastels, pale colors, shades of grey, Tara struggled to keep close to her mom. Eventually, they left the main thoroughfare, settling onto a narrow cobblestone alleyway. Efren picked up her pace, late to her appointment with Tawny. She finally reached her destination, a weatherworn shop with a sign labeled simply Fielding. She entered the shop, open on the front, with a weary look, although Tara didn’t notice at the time. “Can I stay outside?” “I don’t know, can you?” Efren said jokingly. “Sure, but stay close, Tara. I want you to be safe.” Tara scampered a few shops down, where she found a shop that looked far more welcoming than the others, also open to the air. The walls were painted with a deep purple color, and verdant art hung on them. The landscapes were painted masterfully, with bright colors, pale skies, yellow fields, pure snowscapes, brilliant sunsets. “Hello there, child,” said a man from within the shop. Tara stepped back for a moment before rising to the perceived challenge. “I’m not a child. I’m about to be apprenticed,” she said proudly, putting her hands on her hips. “And my name’s Tara.” “Okay then, Apprentice Tara. Where’s your father? Even for apprentices, it’s dangerous to wander the alleyways.” “My dad’s working. My mom’s just over there, in that shop with the grey wood.” She paused for a moment, then remarked, “What’s your name?” “I’m Artifex.” His brow furrowed for a minute as he considered the shop. “Do you know what she’s doing there?” “She hadn’t said,” said Tara immediately. “Who did all of these paintings?” “I did. Do you like them?” “Oh so much!” she said. “How did you do it?” Artifex paused for a moment. “Magic,” he said, then regretted it immediately. “Practice. A great amount of practice.” “Can I see them closer? Actually, can you show me how?” “Not without time, little one. Not without time.” He walked around the counter and lifted her up onto it. She peered closely at the paintings, marveling at the texture variance and the bright colors.