EchoOfThePlanes

13 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

As far as I know, you still get to taste it, you just don’t gain weight.

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Yep! You're totally right. Those sighs were because I personally like to feel the weight of food in my stomach, and so that reflects in Morgan too. Plus, you don't get any of the nutrients from the food if you're blanking, which is what he's doing because he's trying to dump as much energy as he can, so he will still be a tad hungry afterwards.

35 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said:

Tell me the things, Echo, please!

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My frustratingly obtuse memory is at your command! Someone mentioned earlier (I think it was you, Brightness Spren) that only a few people should go into the shop to not draw too much attention. That's alright, of course, but it is actually quite normal for large groups of companions to fill a pawnshop. These tend to be the best customers, you see, for the collective social atmosphere tends to create more opportunity for the trader or merchant to get away with more total value than you do. Friends tend to subconsciously create peer pressure, no? Might pressure you into trading for something you don't actually need, all for the sake of appeasing the hormonal hive. And if everyone has something to trade, the merchant can group things together, providing slightly increased "prices" with the excuse of it being a "discount" from its "normal price". Etc.

Morgan plucked a small, rectangular case from his pack, and, fingers shivering in the cold, began to unwrap it. The case contained a bit of food, folded dough stuffed with tomatoe-like fruit, some kind of sauce, whatever spices he had been able to find, cooked to a nice, steaming warmth. The culinary creation was not particularly warm now, as quite a bit of time had passed since he had cooked it, but he looked forward to it nevertheless. He took a bite, some of the sauce dripping down his chin, only to be recaptured by the quick dart of his tongue, and he was content to continue his short meal! Until he remembered... I really should stockpile this, he thought to himself with a grimace. He wasn't that hungry, but he had been excited to consume this particular meal. It had taken him some time (and a lot of experimentation) to recreate this from memory, after all. Sighing to himself, Morgan reached again into his travel pack, this time pulling out a metal arm band. He set the arm band against his upper right arm, right below the shoulder, and engaged the clasps. The metal was cool against his skin, the band a now familiar weight on his arm. With a final sigh, he continued eating his snack.

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I've been to a pawnshop before. You're already playing the trader, however, and I'm not sure that I could play a trader in the year 2767 accurately, but if you have any questions...

*gasp* What? My random knowledge of obscure subjects actually applies to a situation? 

35 minutes ago, Tani said:

What's happened since most of us got to the New Luthadel place and split up?

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I just recently introduced my character to the roleplay! Other than that... I'm not exactly sure. 

@Random Bystander

A network of lights expanded before Remembrance, a surprisingly peaceful ocean of tiny stars that formed one of the many spokes of this planet's soul-lattice. Each light was the mind of a living creature, the brighter sparks indicative of mentally stronger entities, the weaker sparks belonging to less sentient entities. Remembrance did not care that there were not many sentient creatures present on Earth, as most universes it had visited had some variation of the lattice present here, and the familiarity of the perception of life excited it! Jubilation filled the creature as it swam eagerly amongst the life of Earth's plants and animals, for this was familiar terrain indeed! Not that there was any actual terrain, of course. This plane was not one of material physicality, but one of mind, spirit, and heart. Remembrance allowed itself to bask in the radiance of so many unique and divergent lives but for a moment. It had work to do! That melded-spirit-mind (What was their name? Ah yes, Columbia-Erin.) had gotten away before it was able to pinpoint their physical location. 

It flew in the darkness between minds and spirits, all of its senses tuned for Columbia-Erin. There! Two sparks, light tangled together, melding into a greater whole, floated ahead of Remembrance. It approached the lights, careful not to make contact (it did not yet wish to make its presence known to Columbia-Erin), and slowly extended its senses onto Earth's material plane to observe the ongoings around it.

20 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

Columbia froze in shock. Luckily, Erin was able to respond. I'm Erin, and I'm a soul that got stuck in my friend's body after I died. We're both human. Don't ask how I got stuck in here, because we don't quite know. 

Uh... what is going on? OH NO! ARE YOU GOING TO BE SHARING A BODY WITH US?????? Asked Columbia

Please don't. It's crowded enough as is. Erin thought warily. 

Now Remembrance understood! It knew of others who had spontaneously Sealed to bodies after death. Some called it a natural occurence, and perhaps it was just that (in certain universes, at least), yet still others insisted on the necessity for a director of such a Sealing. And perhaps a director was necessary. Who was to say which is correct and which is incorrect when each universe had differing laws? Certainly not Remembrance, for its purpose was and is to remember. These two people, however, were different. Sealing a body that was already inhabited? It had no knowledge of that. It drew its attention back to the meshed mind, projecting its understanding. This is not so. I remain my own spirit-entity. A moment of silence, then, What is your name? That was directed at Columbia.

1 hour ago, Random Bystander said:

Neither Columbia or Erin were paying attention. They were a bit too busy arguing.

Well okay Captain Fishface. Have it your way. An annoyed Erin thought.

Columbia groaned inwardly. I thought we agreed to never speak of that again! Not after you died... Besides, I'm not intruding. I'm merely people watching.

Its mind had not expanded very far before encountering the warping flux again. There! Remembrance projected in innocent triumph. The waves of emotion ceased as Remembrance curtailed its mind from the general area, focusing its attention on the location of the foreign amalgamation of personalities. A tendril of thought unfolded from Remembrance, reaching out towards the flux, carefully exploring. The probe met the outer consciousness of Columbia and Erin, and then Remembrance hesitated. It seemed as if there was not one consciousness, but... two? Two beings? Confusion filled the creature, for it had only sensed a single body! Now it had to know what this new being was, and so it continued into the collective psyche, ushering a confused, but curious hail.

What are you?

Remembrance flicks its tail again, mentally exploring the out-most thoughts and emotions of each individual present.

2 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

Columbia was bored, so she decided to explore. It doesn't matter if My leg is crippled. She thought. I can still do things.

While walking, she noticed an odd group of people. Still a bit bored, she decided to lurk. You sure this is a good idea? We don't want to be rude. Erin thought to her.

I don't know if you noticed, but being rude isn't generally something I care about. She watched them from her hiding spot behind a bush.

It stops suddenly, and expands its mind outwards in all directions. A tidal wave of curiosity (tinged with anxiety) would berate the group, but Remembrance had no time to worry about that. It had felt a very strange flux of thought originating from somewhere nearby, and it was determined to find the source.

On 9/1/2021 at 5:15 PM, Knight of Iron said:

"Oh, cool! You don't look like a human—neither am I."

Remembrance projects a brief stab of amusement, its apparent equivalent of a laugh, and flicks its tail.

I am not human, I am Remembrance.

On 9/1/2021 at 10:07 PM, Condensation said:

You definitely were close in concept.

Well, I have experience with having more than one character in a thread...

I could do it.

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That would be awesome! You know... Remembrance would recognize an agent of the One. I actually wrote down in my notes of Remembrance that the reason why it knows what humans are in the first place is because it stumbled across a wizard going through her Ordeal. I didn't say anything about it because no one asked, and since no one had a character from Duane's multiverse, I didn't think it applied to the roleplay. I have a very short summary of what happened between them, if you're interested.

20 hours ago, Knight of Iron said:

Ely jumps. "What in the world are you?!"

 

Not from this world. I am of Origin, Remembrance responds, misunderstanding Ely's figure of speech.

20 hours ago, Knight of Iron said:

I believe Andante is from the Books of Beginning, her book being The Emerald Atlas, by John Stephens.

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Ahhh, I see. I was close! Well, I was close in concept. 

 

17 hours ago, Condensation said:

Oh, sadly no, but it's a cool thought. Maybe I need to do something like that - glad someone other than me knows it!!!

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It's almost impossible for one of Ms. Duane's wizards to not be here. Quick! We need to find someone who knows the Speech!

17 hours ago, Condensation said:

"Well, I have this book..." Andante pulled out a book with a weathered green leather cover. "It's technically the one that does it."

 

Remembrance gazes at the book. A... book? How is this so?

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Does your character happen to be from Diane Duane's universe?

9 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Minor note: the New Seran mountains have lots of snow. Your character should be quite cold up there.

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Ah, right. Thank you for the correction! I edited my introductory post.

1 minute ago, Random Bystander said:

 

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Ooooooooooo, sounds interesting!

2 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

Dead dead.

She was shot.

By a cultist.

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Oh my... a cultist? Y'all have been through a lot, huh. XD

1 minute ago, Random Bystander said:

And much more dead. 

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Inside or outside? Or perhaps a bit of both? 

6 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

I relate to this so much.

Actually, looking at your character sheet, your character is a lot like mine.

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No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to make things look clean and orderly, even if I've organized it!

I thought the same thing when I read over your character sheet. The only explanation I have is that Emrys is based- well, not just based, he is me, just 6 inches shorter, different name, and about a decade older. 

On 8/27/2021 at 1:10 PM, Kingsdaughter613 said:

 

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Ah, that's right! Thank you.

I'm going to assume that Harmony's perpendicularity is a Shardpool...

A short, dark haired man emerged from the still waters of Harmony's perpendicularity, breathing deeply in the frigid air. He stepped carefully away from the Investiture-portal, eventually making his way to the snowy shore, all the while taking in the various trees and plants that populate the Seran mountains. Emrys Morgan was clothed in a sort of lose tunic, breathable trousers, and sturdy boots that extended most of the way to his knees. That coupled with a stout traveling pack, a long, silvery staff, and several bracelets and arm bands created an aura of mysterious adventure and exploration around the man. One could plainly tell that he was well suited to traveling long distances, and what a long distance he had come! His sharp hazel eyes continued to sweep the small valley, assessing his new surroundings with vigor. After some time, a small smile crossed Morgan's face as he recalled a similar arrival in a land far, far from this one. It has been a long time since I appeared on Sel, he thought to himself, and yet I still have a hard time believing that I am actually here in the Cosmere. I have come a long way, and now I have finally arrived on Scadrial.

Morgan's gaze crossed over a group of trees not far at all from him, and he was grateful to see them. His breath puffed in front of him, and he was quite chilly. The trees clustered in such a way that they almost formed a semi-circle, a shield against the snow. That looks like a good spot for a break, he decided. The man made his way to the "grove", setting his staff against the trunk of a nearby tree, and finally planting his rear end firmly on the ground. Next came the inevitable searching through his pack for food. He opened the topmost pouch of said pack, and glanced into the dark interior. He was a good adventurer, and like every good adventurer before him, his pack was a complete mess! Of course, he knew where everything was, but any other person lucky enough to behold his splendid pack would perceive a disarray of divine proportions!

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Ah, we're moving onwards! We'll pretend Remembrance was following everyone...

Also, good morning everyone. 

11 hours ago, Condensation said:

"Yes, although it's technically not actually me."

The air near Andante ripples, signaling the manifestation of Remembrance on the material plane. With a small clap of displaced air and a snap of energy, Remembrance appears. It rears its head toward Andante, projecting a thought to her (and those around them, so they can hear): Not you? Who else is so?

With a concerning ripping sound, Remembrance pops out of the portal's interface. It emits a brief spike of pain. Wa;dlkfjda;lkfnmdlkaf

This is- E-Earth?

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I hope it's alright that I tagged along!

A tidal wave of mental jubilation erupts from Remembrance, and with a crackling snap, it snakes through the conduit.

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

It'd prolly be faster if Ayia does it 'cause it'll only take me a second to post.

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o7

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I want to make sure I understand correctly, is Aiya doing it, or Remembrance?

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

 

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That would be nice, as Remembrance can't setup permanent interdimensional/interplanar/interuniversal gateways.

Just now, Spren of Kindness said:

That would be great.  I was hoping to have some sort of gateway, see my comment to Mat for why, further up this page.

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Claudications are gateways...