AThousandCurses

Iris Ascendis

Hmmm, I see.

Well, I don't know if it warrants another post, but Chunji will probably stabilize Davil. Are there any other physical signs of the Umbralist's doing? He's most likely a person of the Divine Conduit and tried to perform some sort of ritual with Davil. Is Chunji able to use Ethos without going into essence rebound?

Iris Ascendis

Oh that’s awkward but yeah he didn’t. He only turned his head and yelled while going to help Otis with Davil.

Iris Ascendis

Since Otis brought it up, would Chunji be able to identify whether or not Davil is afflicted with a curse?

Iris Ascendis

Thanks, it's just I felt that it bounced around too many points of interest.

Iris Ascendis

Not entirely satisfied with my post, but here it goes.

Iris Ascendis

Fire.

The inferno consumed everything around Chunji. The heat licked his skin and turned everything to ash. His father, like wax, melted before his eyes. The dog he cared for soon returned to ash. The forests, the sky, everything was on fire. The only thing that had a semblance beyond this hellscape was the cackles of his mother. Incoherent, mad raving that only came in parts to Chunji.

"Burn! It- Return- to the-!"

Bits of pieces soon faded away as Chunji knelt upon the burning floorboards. His eyes did not meet the Great Serpent that stared before him. Words untold didn't need to be heard; they could be felt. Chunji could feel the Great Serpent's millenium-emotions that ran deeper than his blood. He could feel the anger, the disappointment, and the sorrow.

A snake soon slithered its way towards him. Its beady eyes focused and dilated upon him. The weight of consequence manifests. It slithered up his arm and soon coiled itself around his neck. The snake brought its head around and-

Pain.

Chunji slowly opened his eyes to the roof of the clinic ceiling. His body felt oddly better, but he was slightly tired. His perception of the world was almost wavy. Something had happened when he was unconscious, but there was little to think about it. The depths of his unconscious were calling on to him once more the work of opioids. Despite that, he got up.

His hand reached toward the back of his neck. There was something that he needed to confirm. A sign that his parents had warned him about. Eventually, he found it. Smooth and dry, a scale.

He heard Ciara's voice echoing the darkness of his unconscious—a plea for mercy, for empathy.

Then her lips spoke of sin.

Despite the strange atmosphere and the unknown pressure that originated from Ciara, Chunji felt that he needed to speak. He would not abide such debauchery.

The mind became lucid, his eyes simmering in anger. There was nothing short of venom in his voice. "That is no excuse. You've done nothing more other than debase yourself," Chunji would admonish his classmate. Before he could speak more, Chunji bit his tongue before he had anything more to say.

There was a lot he didn't know, he reasoned. Even though he had connected the dots about what happened at the arena, it was pointless to talk to a barely lucid Ciara.

He needed to divert his attention to something else. Chunji looked over to Otis and Davil, and then he got out of bed. His legs wobbled, but he straightened his posture and supported himself against the bed.

Seeing as the Doctor did not heal Davil, it would seem that there was something that prevented him from doing so. "What is his condition?" An inquiry for Otis.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Stay tune for the next developement.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Ngl, I thought there were more peasants. My reading comprehension is becoming like slop.

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Herring

H E R R I N G
H E R R I N G

^{“Well, you know they say. They're bigger fish in the pond."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Herring is a former rancher who decided to start an unexpected route of life. He takes up his friend's dream of becoming a knight. Age: 20 Race: Human Nationality: Giellnalian Weapon of Choice: Whip Elemental Affinity: Ice Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Herring was any other peasant in the Kingdom of Giellnal. His family worked on a plot of land where they raised and cultivated animals and crops. While a cold land full of distrust, Herring accepted the circumstances of his life and made peace with it. He was content with spending the rest of his life tending the farm and idling away. Of course, it couldn't be that simple. There had to be outliers in Giellnal, and Herring had the displeasure of knowing one of them. Reed was everything that a Giellnalian wasn't. Upbeat, friendly, and horribly optimistic. That irritable boy took every moment that Herring had time alone. At first, Herring thought he was scheming something under that smile. That was until after a week that he found that Reed was genuine; Herring wrote him off as a nuisance. Reed never shut up about how good things were and how much he wanted to be a knight. Herring had heard from Reed that his father was a warden of great esteem and that he wanted to follow in his footsteps. Not that Herring believed any of it and pointed out the flaws of his dream. Still, they never deterred Reed from dreaming about it. Herring thought that would be the end of it. That was until they both received an invitation to join the Wardens. Herring had never seen someone so ecstatic that it almost made him smile. It quickly faded away until Reed turned around and told him to join too. He never understood Reed's obsession with becoming a warden. Why risk your life? Plenty of other people could do the job, but why did it matter that Reed had to be one to do it? Herring found it hard to dissuade his excited friend from accepting the invitation. All Herring wanted was to do the same routine. Work, eat, and close his eyes. When Herring awoke from his nap under a tree, his eyes were met with fire. A great fire had consumed his village, and for once in his life, he felt fear. All Herring could do was irrationally run towards the fire. Once he got there, he found out why it started. An angered sorcerer had decided to release their magic in a bout of anger. Many lives were taken—his family, the ranch, and more importantly. Reed had gone in to try and save people. He didn't make it out of it alive. Every day afterward was a daze. All he had left was a few personal items and his steed that he brought with him on the day of the fire. His destination? Atutania. It was the only path he had left and the only thing he could remember Reed by. The least he could do for Reed was to live his dream in his place. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lethargic ⬗ Doubtful ⬗ Inconsiderate ⬗ Curious ⬗ Critical ⬗ Melancholic A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ The whip has become natural to Herring ever since he had held it. After training it to win some easy bets, Herring's most accomplished feat was hitting a bird mid-flight with a flick of his wrist. However, he can perform several tricks with the whip, like grabbing distant objects. Herring has an affinity for horses, given that his family bred horses for the nobility. His mount, Peony, has been a loyal companion, if not a comfortable being to lay upon. As for magic, Herring has dabbled a little into it. With a magic centralized kingdom, it would be hard not to learn it, though Herring hasn't gone out of his way to train it. The most he could do was drop the temperature through physical contact, but Herring would feel unpleasant afterward.

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