Frettzo

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

The situation's very hectic lately in my country. the resistance has distanced itself from the politicians that lead the opposition and are now going their own way, announcing massive, effective national protests every other day. Some military dude turned up saying he was now in open rebellion against the government (not many people believe him much with me being one of the doubters, but there is a video of one of his helicopters shooting at a government building). People are hunting down and killing the occasional government-funded thug as well.

The last one makes my heart jump with joy every time I find out another one's been caught.

In other news, I really want to get back into writing every day, but it's proving really hard to do so... I've also been meaning to make an Astarte page in the wiki, but yeah.

Edit: I updated the Astarte sheet in the characters tab. It's not great I know but it's temporary while I finish the arc with the Beast and Brown and Astarte's biggest character development session is finished.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Brown

A peaceful group of humans and some outcast hain used to inhabit this humble valley, they'd recently started to experiment with planting fruits and seeds and had seen some success thanks to their curiosity. It had been three months since the Beast devoured everyone.

Or at least, everyone but three. A mother and her daughter and son, who were busy restoring their thatch hut. She knew that because she'd been watching them for a day now.

Brown stepped up to the hut and cleared her throat, "I wasn't expecting to find survivo-"

"D-Don't move an inch," said a woman from behind Brown, her heartbeat so out of control that her very voice trembled in rhythm.

Brown turned around.

T'CHI

A dull pain spread through Brown's forehead. An arrow. Small cracks appeared on her skin, which dissolved after Brown yanked the arrow out.

The woman's grip on the bow wavered and she swallowed hard, brow twitching and hand going behind her back, definitely reaching for some unseen weapon. Of course, Brown didn't care much about that.

"Calm down,"

"You're a demon-"

"No, but the one I'm trying to kill is, and I bet he's the same one that burned the village down, isn't he?"

The woman's posture changed completely. What could once be interpreted as complete fear, was now confusion. "He?"

"It's hard to think of him as a he rather than an it, isn't it? After everything he's done..." Brown looked at the burnt huts and houses around.

"You're talking about that thing?"

"Yes, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about it," Brown tilted her head.

"Okay," The woman relaxed for a split second, but then a stone knife found its way to Brown's throat. it had no time to cut as a bright flash lit up the area. "AAH!" After the light receded, the woman was lying in a ball on the floor, weeping and holding her hand or rather, the stump left behind.

Brown walked to the woman and pressed a knee to her side, hard enough to threaten damaging her kidney, "Listen woman, I'm not the one you want to play games with. Submit to my questioning and be done with it or I'll just withdraw what I need from your mind and destroy it in the process." Brown huffed and the woman whimpered.

"F-Fine..." The woman sniffled and tried to wiggle away from Brown's knee to no avail.

"Did you see the Beast?"

"Barely."

"What did he look like?"

"Big, black, orange eyes... Mouth like an a-" The woman grunted and Brown eased the pressure, "An abyss with the colour of blood."

"How big?"

"I-I don't know!"

"Think."

"About three bears tall I guess?"

He's getting bigger, I can't just watch anymore, I have to do something... Brown thought.

"Was anything accompanying him?"

"N-No, but..." The woman hesitated.

"Yes?"

"There were these shadows, th-they-" She choked up for a moment, "They took people and they, they..."

"They what?"

"My poor Mato..." The woman sobbed.

"Mommy?" A high pitched voice rung out from the woods, no doubt distressed after hearing the scream before.

Letting the child see her mother like this would be too much, Brown winced and with a flick of her hand, the mortal woman had her hand back. Still, she kept weeping. The only pain that plagued her now were her memories.

"That is enough, you'll be safe in these ruins for now, but I'd suggest moving to a place under the protection of Lifprasil, that is, if he's still alive." And with that, Brown stood up and walked into the forest. When the girl found her weeping mother, the only thing she saw was a figure in a brown dress fade into the forest.

Summary

Brown is still chasing the trail left by the Beast. He's grown bigger and deadlier after devouring dozens of souls and she realizes that she can't just chase after it any longer. Action must be taken.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Frettzo Wait, is it just me, or was that foliage and wood deliberately placed to obstruct the road? I can't tell whether it was that or whether it was washed into that position by rain or something.

@Muttonhawk

It was deliberately placed by protesters. That was just one road of dozens that was blocked that day. You can see people putting on masks in the background of the pic with the wood. Those were the protesters, and they were preparing to escape whenever the police arrived. Also take note of the freaking bus they placed there!!

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Sup dods, these were my city's streets a week ago.

Wot

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I don't mind the dating and I wouldn't mind dating my posts. Although that might be because I haven't cranked much -if any- content at all in the last few months. Others with a lot more content may have a tougher time in dating, so I feel like the dating should be optional.

Edit: What did I just write?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I really wanted to get an important post in before the end of the turn, but damn it, no one has posted since the Aitiraq/Toun collab. I may have to be a rude, uncouth, and downright savage person and double post in IC :C

@Muttonhawk

Do it man! We're all savages here

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I posted a small thing, not relating directly to Astarte or Brown, but showing part of a man's struggle after being left behind by his family after he covered their escape from their village as it was being attacked by the Demon that Brown unwittingly created.

He's testing new ways to harvest more Astartian magical potential.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

The Shadow - 1

t'chi

The arrow pierced through the shadow, hidden among the darkness of the forest. It didn't flinch. The man who shot the arrow grimaced, a sharp pain going up his arm and into his neck as he let his bow fall to the ground. he was panting and in tears, yet his face showed nothing but a stern expression. He brought his hand close to his face and tried to flex his fingers. He couldn't. His hands were so calloused that balling up his fist was impossible, and the rest of them were so raw that blood was beginning to flow freely.

So the man let his left arm hang and used his right one to pick up his knife from the grass, taking care not to stumble on any of the roots going along the ground.

When he looked up, the shadow was no longer there. He squinted his eyes and pushed his matted hair out of his face.

"Not again…" He muttered to no one but the ever-growing trees.

Holding the knife tightly but not as tightly as he once could, the man closed his eyes and focused. After a moment, his useless left arm began emitting a soft glow. He could barely see a moment ago, and now it was much easier to find his way around.

So, now a bit safer from the shadows, the man walked forth.

The question is, when is a shadow most dangerous? Is it most dangerous in a dark place, where it has dissipated and you can't tell where it is? Or is it most dangerous when its borders have been defined by a light source?

Long, shadowy arms all crept along the border of his light, looking for the moment to approach the man. Looking for the moment to taste his soul.

Every step was heavier than the one before. His calves were burning. his stomach felt like it was being hacked apart by a battle axe. When was the last time that he ate? He tried not to think of such things. There was no way to tell how long it had been since he entered the damn place, but it was for sure that he hadn't felt thirsty.

Every step was heavier than the last. And then he fell, his dragging foot caught up in a root. His light dimmed for a moment and he couldn't recover the full brightness no matter how deep he searched for the energy.

He saw the shadows closing in. They were mere feet away, with their clawed silhouettes dragging across the grass, over trunks and under roots. Some scratched at his shins, others at his forearms.

There, in an unknown forest, after having spent who knows how long starving and running from these shadows, after having seen his village burn down and having covered his family's escape from the Demon, he felt it.

A knot formed in his throat, and his tears took on a renewed vigor. His lower lip quivered and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and stop what was happening.

There, as his limbs were being pulled by these shadows, he knew.

One of the arms coiled itself on his left arm, stronger than the rest and much more defined as well. Turns out, you don't want the shadows to be defined if you're trying to escape from them.

He choked back a sob.

"Ggrrah-!" He groaned as he pulled his right arm hard, freeing it from the other arms. He aimed the knife at his heart and brought it down-

Only to see, with a chill going down his spine, that the stronger shadow got a hold of the knife blade moments before it pierced the man's skin. With a flick, the knife went flying out of the man's grasp.

He knew he was going to die.

The last thing he felt was a sharp sting on his sternum. The last thing he saw was the fountain of blood that spurted from his gaping chest as the shadow arm tore out his heart. The last thing he heard was the metallic grind of the shadows slithering across the ground as they enveloped his dying body.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Frettzo Please stay alive.

@Muttonhawk

Nobody can take down Frettzo, the one who frets

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

dude, even I wouldn't dare set foot in a barrio, I don't know why this dude decided it was a good idea.