Eyeris

Torn Across the Rift

The Meeting Room

The tattooed man, followed Ariel back into the meeting room. She might feel his black eyes on her backside. When he entered the room he did not sit at the table. He stood against the back wall opposed to the projector. He crossed his arms and watched, saying nothing.

The screen zoomed in upon the ancient sword. "It is the weapon that was used to murder the girl on the alter. The blood matches. If this same sword was used in an earlier ritual, like Wolfe describes, this group may have had this sword for some time."

She narrowed her eyes at it, as if distrusting the object. "Something about this sword must be important to them. If the ritual went wrong the first time, shouldn't the group try to use different tools the second time? Instead they used the same sword. I agree with your intuition , Wolfe." Rozalind seemed to assume that his 'bad feeling' was about the sword.

Wizard X Files(A HP RP)

It is an omen!

Wizard X Files(A HP RP)

I had a dream. One magic school invading another magic school. It was epic.

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Hall outside meeting room. (@Belwicket)

Outside the room and down the hall the husky would search for either privacy or solitude. She found none.

A man appeared. She might have smelled him just before he appeared. Appeared was the wrong word, he didn't come out of thin air or anything. Perhaps he had just come out of the room beside her, but, so quietly she might not have noticed? Yet, that explanation might only provide superficial comfort to the logical mind. It was more likely, especially considering the circumstances, this man had some ability beyond normal human variance, much like the Ariel did.

It was the same man who had accompanied Dzel when Ariel had first woken up. He wasn't very tall, but his shoulders were wide, he was bald, had black eyes, and every inch of his skin was covered in tattoo.

He held his arms out to her, within them he cradled her leather jacket. The one she had asked for. It was a bit worse for the wear, but, someone hand cleaned it and mended that which could be fixed. Under the jacket were other clothes, neatly folded. These were not her clothes (Her other clothes had been destroyed beyond repair), yet these were similar enough. There was a complete outfit, shoe to scrunchy.

He didn't speak, simply held out the neatly folded pile of clothes toward her, and smiled.

Herberts infirmary

Twain noticed Herbert waking up. "Easy there fella!" he jumped up to his feet and to the bedside.

Twain put his hands on Herbert arm, steadying him a bit. "Thake it easy... The... feeling will pass in a few minutes. "Let me take a look at you." Twain touched Herbert's wrist to check his pulse. As he counted, muttering.

To the others it would seem as if the doctor were focusing on his patient, and his eyes were arbitrarily gazing somewhere by Herbert's feet.

Herbert would know better. Twain was meeting the stare of the monstrosity that crawled up the bed. The thing slowed, then stopped, it seemed to change its mind about where to get its lunch. With a sickening slurp-and-grunt that only those who had been 'there and back again' could hear, it began to crawl away. It left its angry red-yet-invisible ink upon everything it had touched.

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@Belwicket haha nice. But I meant how is life lately.

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How is everyone doing this week?

Eyeris update: NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'M SO EXCITED!

How about you guys?

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Name: Aeron Stormhawk

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Species: Homo-Spiritus (A human that can utilize the spirits of the dead to do great feats.)

World of Origin: Elgard (A D&D-like world full of many different species where magic is free-flowing.)

Are you a member of TRIDENT? If so, what is your job/specialty? No.

Are you one of those seemingly normal people? If so, what do you do? No.

Appearance: He stands 6'2" with an athletic build. He has shoulder-length, spiky, silver hair and normal, blue eyes. He clothes are not easy to describe.

His clothes

Abilities and skills: Aeron is good with any sword, though could still use improvement, and can utilize energy rather efficiently. He is also rather proficient in crafting and cooking. He still retains his dexterity and sleight-of-hand from when he was a child, living on the streets. To use his full power, Aeron must allow one of his contracted spirits shared control, giving him access to the spirit's abilities. While Aeron himself controls the physical movements, the spirit is the one controlling the energy to increase the damage. When he first gains a contract with a spirit, there is always a learning curve to allow them to get to know how to battle together. He currently has 5 spirits contracted with him that he can call to him.

Torth: Nicknamed the King of the Mountain, Torth is very strong but not very bright. He knows what he needs to know and helps Aeron when called upon, giving him the power to easily lift and move objects that he would otherwise be unable to. He also allows him to deal and take great damage, though he's very slow. He can also control earth. His weakness is water.

Aeryus: Aeryus is an air spirit, giving Aeron speed, though lowers his defense, and allows Aeron to control the air around him. Aeryus is rather childish and fun-loving, having been given the moniker Stormchild because of it. His weakness is Earth.

Ophrita: A phoenix called the Empress of Embers, Ophrita allows Aeron to utilize her speed and ferocity, though he cannot touch water without being hurt. With Ophrita, Aeron can control fire and fly, though not for long distances. When with her, he is easy to anger.

Ludin: She allows Aeron to move more gracefully, allowing him to dodge more attacks and make it a little harder to hurt him. However, he can't deal as much damage. With her, he can control water but has a weakness to lightning.

Valmore: Valmore is a genderless spirit of the element of spirit. They allow Aeron to heal faster, though doesn't really help with combat.

Strengths and Weaknesses: While faster and stronger than a normal human, not to mention an other-worldly sense on others who can use magic and/or energy, he can be killed just as easily as a normal human. While having a spirit with him, Aeron becomes weak to the opposite element than what the spirit gives him.

Equipment Requests: Nothing.

History: Aeron grew up from a young age living on the streets of the big city, Durendel. He's been able to use energy for as long as he can remember, which made survival a lot easier for him. He contracted his first spirit, Aeryus, at 12.

Personality:

@KazeXDZ

Hey, were you still interested in joining? You left out the last part of the CS. Send me a PM if your stuck.

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The Meeting Room

Rozalind looked curiously at the dog, then shifted her eyes toward Dzel. “Does it need to go out?”

The American military men returned, one had a quiet but visible reaction to the images on the screen.

Mallaidh explained that the sword was hers. And asked for it to be returned.

Rozalind could tell that the sword meant a great deal to the girl. She chose her words carefully. “It is close by, and safe. We are studying it at the moment. We thought it had belonged to the ritualists. It seems to be the murder weapon. If it is truly yours we have no reason to keep it from you longer than necessary. When was the last time you saw it?”

She looked to the others. “The rest of you, please be clear: Which items do you recognize? Do you all recognize the sword? Is there something else here that belongs to you? Did you recognize any of the bodies?”

She looked to the dog. “Do you understand me? Is it the sword? Back when I point to the thing you recognize.” Rozalind would trail her finger across the projection over the various items waiting to see if the husky responded.

In Herbert’s infirmary room

Twain sighed and looked at the little ball of light. “Bring a man back from the dead and still I don’t get a lunch break!” He clapped his hands together and sat up on the floor, adressing the light.

“Look, little sprite. I can’t let you do that. See, you have NO idea what I just did or how difficult it was. I’m sure there isn’t much I could do to stop you. This capsule we exist in is only made of metal and you are made of… Plasma or some shit… Whatever lightsabers are made of... Anyway, we are one-thousand-leagues-under-the-sea if you know what I mean. If you did that this whole thing would pop like a balloon and we would all die. Maybe not you, but the rest of us need… Air… You know… To live...”

“Now. If I die, I can’t properly brag about what I just accomplished! If you kill me I’m going to be damn pissed.” He balled his hands into fists and crossed his arms.

“And don’t think that just because I’m dead I’m going to let you alone about that.” He still smiled, but, in his eyes some dark truth was brooding.

But, the light was already going. Twain didn’t know how much of his words she had heard or cared about.

“Fuck.” Twain, exhausted, fell back onto his back onto the floor with a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to haunt all your asses.”

In the room now was only himself, Herbert, and the drunken monk and xiii. "You heard the little thing." He said to the monk. "Drink up while you still can. Soon we will all have nothing to taste but salt water."

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Now hang on a minute. I asked the question. if it wasn't for me, you'd never know how dedicated he was! I deserve some brownies too. all that aside, I'm just awesome and deserving of brownies....like all the time!!

@Affili

I suppose your right. BROWNIES FOR YOU ALSO!

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I don't know how long it took Eyeris, but it took me about an hour because I closed the window I was doing it in and had to start over.

@jdh97

AN HOUR?!?!?!

I'm so sorry ;-;

That's dedication.

You are the best Co-GM ever.

All the brownies are yours.

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Lol. Our characters have the same last name. Might have to exploit that later on.

@cpldingo

Haha! Good catch!

Distant relations?