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Through the Looking Glass |SinfulSkills & Fetzen|

If he had not been Gathran, the mage's apprentice probably would have been pushed backwards towards and into the small elevation that separated the loosely paved walkway around the pond from the plants that made up the rest of the little garden. His enormity saved him from having to endure this fate and Gathran was able to stabilize in time. Things were a bit different for whom could only be considered a very unexpected newcomer. He had barely enough time to realize that he appeared to be a she in fact and a quite human one before her impact onto his torso. Bulked up arms were able to intercept her from below before her hitting the hard ground, but didn't manage to nullify her momentum in time completely.

The female in front of him asked one thing, however Gathran's mind was so filled with others that not even his lips did separate in preparation for an answer. Quite frankly spoken he didn't knew it anway -- he'd just be very glad if he did. Something must have really gone totally wrong and in a way that had been unimaginable for him before. Of course he had no idea about any details and was reduced to a phenomenological point of view in his considerations.

It was only a very noticeable number of seconds later that the man standing in front of her came out of his astonishment. His eyes were widened and stared at her face straightforwardly. "I... I don't know..." was all he was able to mutter at this point, instinctively stepping away from her by a yard or so. One could see that Gathran was shrinking internally to almost nothing -- and that's not only in comparison to his quite huge outside appearance. He was so screwed up. How could he even try to fix this in time before his master's return ? And what if... there wasn't any fix ?

"Who... who are you ? And... where do you come from ?" He wasn't really expecting a useful answer, but maybe he was wrong and there was a chance that she was a mage. A better mage than he was.

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

Resistance is futile. You're all going to be assimilated by the Drow collective anyway. Soon.
Erm... maybe mid-term.
Or long-term if some risks turn out to be true.
Or... ahem... maybe in an unforeseeable temporal distance.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I've eaten almost nothing for the last four days and am not feeling hungry.

I'm afraid to say that an introvert like I consider myself to be very much isn't exactly the best suited person for giving any valid tips :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

That reminds me of myself @BCTheEntity, though it has been much worse earlier in my life.

To answer the question myself: I wanted to lose a couple of pounds, but certainly not with the dubious assistance of certain microorganisms.

[Risus: The Anything RPG] The Witch of Moonbright

I'm almost completely new to this, but I'm interested :)

Descent into chaos

There was a characteristic noise coming from where Ferthyr, due to his position, could more assume than really know his companion Bardeck and the man he was talking with were standing. The exchange of words that had preceded that noise had already been quite indicative of what was bound to come, but with one bone shattered there was no way back for certain. What did massively add to the winged individual's discomfort however was the simple fact that it was two against for, or, maybe, two against three and a half by now.

Ferthyr's feet slipped over the steep decline beneath them. Over the years the tiles and wooden boards had become covered by a layer of organic material that, combined with a bit of water, was quite slick. With the help of his hands and the chimney however he managed to pull himself up onto the crest from which he could unleash his magic.

Naturally the first target was the bowman. From his positon on top of the roof this guy was the only one that could pose an immediate danger to him and his companion, making the rather unfortunate soldier a priority. The man had already spotted Ferthyr's sudden appearance and was drawing his bow when a fireball impacted onto his chest. A rather primitive spell with too little power to kill, but enough for inducing a lot of pain on unprotected skin and -- most importantly -- quick to create. The distinctive odor of burnt hair started to spread immediately.

Ferthyr stayed close to the chimney in case there'd be another attempt to shoot him -- better slip down on the other side and bend ones ankles than being pierced by an arrow. It was a race of magic against obviously well-trained archery, one of the men channeling forces beyond the boundaries of regular physics while the other tried to beat him from within just those.

Much to his misfortune Ferthyr received the lession as the projectile slammed right through his wings, that large area of attack behind his very V-shaped back he couldn't hide. Dark red blood started dripping onto the moss, a suppressed scream emanated from his mouth. At least the heat was ready. The archer was tossed off his feet by yards and one could easily see the further progression of the schockwave as it made the high grass wave helplessly. Given the multitude of nasty sounds some things inside the archer's body had given way. Blood was coming out of his mouth as he tried to put out the flames that had appeared on his leather clothing.

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

I guess my current status says it all. But I too would like to see this take off :)

Through the Looking Glass |SinfulSkills & Fetzen|

Finally the day had come. For months Gathran's master had announced to go away on some kind of errand he had not even bothered to tell his apprentice about. Thinking quite frankly, Gathran more and more had come to the conclusion that the old man wasn't putting full trust into him. An abscence that should not last for more than a few days really couldn't be something so important, could it ? So why had his master refused to tell him if it wasn't for a rather strong belief in his inability ?

However and in spite of the ubiquitous presence of magic, people actually blessed with the ability to control it were seldomly born. It maybe was the primary reason for Gathran's firm hopes that his apprenticeship would actually come to a successful conclusion and not something else after all. His master was someone he considered rude and beyond being somewhat strict, but he probably couldn't afford to lose anybody who still could become a worthy successor.

And of course him being away was a near perfect opportunity to try things Gathran wouldn't have dared to do otherwise...

It had become late evening, the sun was hovering low above the horizon and the lower parts of the mage's tower were already cut off from any direct light and merely illumated by that portion that had been scattered. Not surprising, given that the thing was standing in the middle of a dense forest with no village to come for at least two miles. Gathran didn't know if the pond next to it had been there forever or was an artificial creation, but it didn't matter to him anyway. There was a spell to be cast, an -- at least for him -- rather complicated procedure that would last for the next couple of hours.

It was his silent hope that the ingredients dumped into the water would not have any lasting effect. After all Gathran didn't plan on a returning master quickly discovering what his apprentice had done and how he had, let's say 'diverted', some of the supplies given to him for practicing. The immensely broad-shouldered man dared to use his wooden staff for stiring. Why wouldn't the water's damn surface turn ? Could it really be that complicated to create a large mirror ? Those in the tower were all rather small and some of them even of dubious quality if not simply degraded by years of decay. Gathran just wanted something that was even bigger than he himself was, but so far success had eluded him.

Or had it ? In fact something was happening, but it wasn't visible at first and then quite the opposite of the intended. Instead of reflecting light, the water was starting to become even more susceptible for it. Not only the water was transparent, but also those parts of the dimensional barriers in the volume occupied by it. The pond had turned pitch black and left Gathran to believe that he had simply messed up and polluted it, but in fact it was light going ways it wasn't supposed to go and ending up at places he wasn't supposed to know about.

Descent into chaos

Out of the four men, three remained seated on their mounts. Only one of them, the largest and bulkiest, dismounted and stepped towards Bardeck. It soon became pretty obvious that he didn't care much about one's privacy -- he came significantly closer than one normally would when trying to engage in an ordinary conversation. His hands rested on his hips, clenched.

"What do we have here..." he started to murmur from underneath his half-long beard. His eyes started to scrutinize Bardeck, scanning Ferthyr's athletic companion from top to bottom and shoulder to shoulder. Then he turned his head briefly towards the other three and gave a nod. The others subsequently dismounted as well, but didn't follow up.

"Can it be that we've found a deserter ? Hm! What do you say ?" The large individual's voice was harsh and somewhat cold as he addressed Bardeck again. If one looked more closely one could see his hand slowly wander towards the hilt of his weapon. The other three so far did not appear to do the same, but they all were watching very closely.

In the meantime, Ferthyr had found what little chimney there was on top of the hut. His clawed hand clinged around one of its edges as the roof he was standing on had turned out to be somewhat slippery. He couldn't afford to be seen openly, so he kept as low as he could without losing visual contact completely. There was a bad feeling coming up in his stomach...

⊹ 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 ⊹ A Role Play Request |OPEN|

@SinfulSkills If you'd be down for it I'd be interested in the combination Human x Mythical Individual, Fantasy world and Explorers or Treasure Hunters on a mission. I think we've already had contact with each other :)