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The Hunt
@BurningDaisies
Vaettir sighed at the realization of the small child's death. In the world before, death was just a part of nature. Life was born, lived, and died. While this still holds true to the modern day, back then there wasn't a creature that he felt sad for. Each had their time and at the end as long as they propagated they served their purpose. If they didn't find a mate, they usually became food for a predator or at least worms, still fulfilling the purpose of death. When they finally met their doom their instinct stopped them from fighting. Giving them a few moments of peace before they died. At least they helped another species thrive in one form or another. Although not Humans or Elves. They would do almost about anything to survive. Even when death was staring them in the eye, they kicked and screamed just for a few more seconds. Almost always terrified to be gone from this world. At first, Vaettir was disgusted by this concept. They served their purpose and should be proud to continue their line. It didn't take long for Vaettir to discover they weren't like any creature he had seen before. His anger eventually turned to pity for them.
"Nothing..." Vaettir replied before pausing a moment before continuing. "There is also nothing that I can do, but maybe I can find out someone who can..." Vaettir reached his hand into the pool of water to collect the corpse. The child's lifeless body curled in the palm. Her dead eye's locking onto his before he closed his hand to hide her. He knew of a nearby village less than an hour from the Forest they had occupied. From what he last remembered, the town was lead by a Woman with a great Iron Hammer. She supposedly held her position for the power she possessed. Maybe she would have the power to help the Wraith. Either move on to the next life or even revive her with her abilities.
Before saying another word, Vaettir's tail began to crack and snap as the bony fingers began to move. The hand reached to the swampy ground and pulled out a number of chains from the earth. As it raised up, six Hellhounds began to bark and growl as they appeared. Once they had been summoned, the bony hand snapped. Behind the pack of hounds two skeletons raised from the mud. They were wearing blue robes with a hood covering both of their skulls. The shadow just revealing their burning red eyes. They both kneeled in compliance, awaiting orders.
Without turning, Vaettir began to speak. "One of you find the Father. The other find the Bandits. Bring me the bodies, alive if possible...". "Yes, Lord!" The two Elder Lichs responded in unison. Their voices were spoken in a hiss as if they were serpents. They grabbed three hounds each and began to lead them down the tracks to pick up a scent and search for the two parties.
While the Lichs searched, Vaettir began to stomp away. "Come little one. We will find you some help." It took them less than an hour to reach the large hill that oversaw the Village. It had not been too long that he had seen the village known as Vascarim. At least he thought it wasn't too long. It was hard to truly keep track of time recently. Of course, he kept his distance before. Although this time he would have to approach them.
Usually, these interactions were either very civil due to the local Magic caster bowing at the mere presence of Vaettir. Warning the other's not to raise a futile finger in a defense or the Marshall assembling a group of fighters in an attempt to defend an attack that was never to come. Regardless, he needed to see if they could help. Worst case scenario he would turn the girl into a Wraith servant. At least she would serve some purpose in the afterlife instead of wandering for all eternity. Not like Vaettir.
@Archangel89@Pirouette@Kangutso
So here's the situation.
Since the in-character world at large reacts to what players do, the logistics involved in having a story driven by more than 5-7 players can easily become an exercise in masochistic tedium.
8 is actually on the high-end of my acceptable player count, but the Play-by-Post format has a pacing slow enough that I'm not going to be drowning in content.
There are currently 7 active players, and only 1 slot left open.
However, I suspect a slot is about to become available.
I haven't really heard from Quaint Quasar in awhile. More to the point, the 7 day deadline for inactivity is literally tomorrow.
If this player doesn't post or massage me in the next 24 hrs, I will bench his/her character.
Since there is three of you who wish to join, and I can accommodate only 1 of you--no promises about 2--I'm tempted to solve this with a vote.
@Nerdy Reference@Rune_Alchemist@Mag Lev@FoxSoxs@Shiyonichi@BKburke@Quaint Quasar
Would everyone be onboard with this idea?
Edit;
In other news, I'll be working on IC responses tonight to keep the momentum going.
I think this is fair, although I also think the GM should be responsible for the decision and not the players. A burden they must make for their RP. If they are all quality sheets by GM standards it should be first come first serve. So, if ArchA's isn't good for the gm and Pir's is then they are accepted in the spot and the rest of reserve.
Vaettir awoke from his slumber in a panic. Snapping his gold crystalline eyes open. They were both fixated at his hands, held up to his face just as they had been in the dream. Although they weren't the same hands he had seen moments ago. With a sigh, he dropped them to his side. Another nightmare. Actually, a nightmare isn't the correct term. They weren't frightening they were just bad. It was a bad dream. Again, that probably wasn't the right term either. It was a very pleasant dream. A dream about himself in the past. He was there in his beautiful Emerald skin, brushing the thick coat of a Wolf who was giving birth. If it wasn't there she might not have survived and that would mean her litter wouldn't either. He watched over her, healing her if she needed it and provided some comfort in the pain to come. It was a nice memory to relive, but it only took him a few minutes to remember who he was now, looking at his perfectly crafted hands to just be awoken and reminded that it was just a desperate fantasy.
The Marble giant collected himself for a few more moments and made his way out of the cave he chose to slumber in that night. He had no control of his sleep, he just got tired when he did. No set pattern. No matter what he had done the day before or after he would sometimes go hours before resting a whole month or wander a whole month just to slumber for a few hours. It was the will of something higher than him. On this night the Moon was hidden from sight, a New Moon. As he approached the exit of the cavern he wondered how long he had been resting for. He never had a sense of time. Only learning about how long it's been by asking the date to anyone who wouldn't run from his presence and comparing it to what the last person told him. He would notice the shift of the moon or even the seasons change. It honestly made no difference to him, he didn't need to be anywhere anytime soon.
That is when he saw it. The bright beam in the sky. Swirling upwards with the look of spectral serpents dancing around its magnificent brightness. Shining so bright that all in the land who were outside would be drawn to its light. Vaettir snarled at it. Mostly for ruining the darkness the moon had provided him. It was always easier to travel in complete darkness. Although something inside him began shivering. Not of cold, but of nervousness. What did it mean? Was it a sign or just one of the Immortals displaying their might. Or coul-
NOW!
Four Humans threw off their white cloaks from their body that they used to camouflage themselves in the snow. They flanked the giant in a square pattern ambush. Vaettir barley had time to turn his head before large chains crossed his body and brought him to his belly. More of the humans threw off their camouflage and began to throw even more chains across Vaettir. The chains began to anchor down by magic. Sealing them to the thick icy floor beneath the snow. They had caught him.
"Good work everyone!" "We caught him!" "Oh, the payday is gonna be so good! What are you getting with your cut?" The people began to celebrate. Cheers and laughter began to spark up. It must have taken them a while to plan this and honestly it was quite well executed. The supposed leader of the group, a tall man in full plate armor and carrying a large sword approached Vaettir to speak face to face. He put his boot on Vaettir's head and locked eyes with the primordial Demon. He had a deep voice thunderous voice, one given to a natural born leader. He lowered his head to be only a foot away from Vaettir's own.
"This is it? This is all it took!? Listen to me Demon! You have been captured by Fell Den, Orichalcum Class Adventurer, leader of the Serpent's Keel. You have claimed the life of many Men of this realm, but no longer! I-" The Man was cut off by a large growl that emanated from the shut mouth of Vaettir. Through his teeth, he uttered "You... Forgot... My tail.". Fell's eyebrows raised, but it was already too late. The bindings that held Vaettir down only wrapped across his body, arms, and legs. When he had initially fallen, he dropped his tail hard into the snow. The darkness of the night aiding in its disappearance. The hand at the end of the tail began to glow purple and raised from the snow, before turning palm down and smashing into the ground. Leaving a deep burning imprint.
Skeletons began to rise from the snow. Clad in black armor and their weapons glowing with hellfire. They completely surrounded the adventures. Matching their numbers. With ease, Vaettir moved his hand and grabbed Fell. Snapping the weak bindings. His whole hand covered the Adventures body and lifted him into the air. The adventures began to form in a defensive circle formation, abandoning their leader to his fate and preparing for the skeletons. Vaettir began to slowly stand, the chains snapping one by one as each part of his body raised higher. When he had been fully released he focused his attention on Fell, moving him just a few inches from his face. "You have the honor of being the vessel that is used against your own allies. You have three seconds to pray to whatever god you think will save your damned soul. Goodbye, Fell Den."
As promised, in a mere three seconds Fell's body was set on fire. The purple hue of it not burning him, but changing him. Fell began to twist and turn in pain as his body began to Morph into a monstrous beast. His screams were soon muffled by the snapping and churning of his Bones and muscles. In just a few seconds a Death Knight had been summoned in his place and landed on the floor. Turning his eyes on his old companions, the Death knight charged.
After the Undead Monster had finished its slaughter, it returned to its new master. With a quick slash of his wooden blade, Vaettir destroyed his creation. Sending bones flying into the air. This was the third attack in a row since he had left the Forest. The people of the land are beginning to truly hate his existence. Maybe he had to become the monster they wanted. Maybe that will be the only way they left him in peace. Vaettir had time to think about this topic, it was a long walk to the Beam that had peirced the sky.
@FoxSoxs
I like the folk tale rendition of Vaettir's background. That was a nice touch. ;3
Anyway, approved.
Thanks! For connections is it possible to have two with the NPCs you created? I got a few ideas and I'll PM them to you.
Ok my Char sheet. I just need someone I can have a connection too and it will be 100% complete, but all the meat is there. Any takers and or if the GM can help me out with that. @Nerdy Reference I think your Char could work well with mine.
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