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The Search for Elvarren

Oh yes the voices are just terrible. I hope you get better soon.

Also Kaesar isn't annoying or arrogant, he is perfectly lovable! God, Pup, c'mon.

The Search for Elvarren

^{(in unchronological order from the above post.)}

KAESAR

‘’Dusk! Hold up! You can’t just leave me here!’’

Kaesar gives chase out of the cabin to grab Dusk by the shoulder. And Dusk turns to him.
‘’Kaesar… Listen, I know you have much to ask, but it will have to wait. I can orientate much better towards the Perpetuals of other people not yet in our group, if I am decently removed from people like yourself. People likewise with Perpetuals in their minds. I hope you understand.’’
Dusk sighs.
‘’When I return, I will tell you everything that I presently know. But don’t raise your expectations up too high, for I do not know much more than you do yourself.
I’ll see you Thursday.’’

Kaesar curses inwardly. ‘’Damn him. How dares he bring me all the way out here in this shithole, and then not have the decency to take me along. I don’t like him with that smug façade of innocence. It’s obviously an act. He’s not really this nice. Cunt.’’

MAKE ALLIES.

A voice as a sudden and intense needle, piercing Kaesar's cognition from out of the great emptiness.
‘’Hrmm? You sayin’ something, Am?’’
THE WAR WILL SOON BEGIN. PREPARE.
‘’Soon? How soon are we speaking? …I guess I should get to know the other people in the cabin. Some of them looked pretty tough. Best is to figure out what their powers are.’’
As Kaesar beheld Dusk fade into the distance, he slowly returned to the cabin. He saw Luci walk in before him. Kaesar did not know much of him. They had both been here for the past 2 or so days, but never really talked. Why? ‘’Because he’s a creep. The way how he toys with metal is downright freaky.’’ Kaesar knows, in any case, that he is not the sort of guy he is looking for.

Walking inside, he suddenly got a bottle thrown at him. It was Mirage -- just the guy he was looking for! Kaesar only barely managed to catch the bottle – the games of basketball he once played now seem to pay off. Instantly annoyed, Kaesar hisses at him. ‘’Careful there.’’
Then, looking up at the rather imposing stature of Mirage, he proceeds to force a smile to form upon his lip. For surely it’s best to stay on his good side.
‘’…Thanks mate.’’ He opens the bottle and takes a gulp of the refreshing contents therein. Gotta make a good first impression. He then casts a polite smile to Kasey, and attempts to do the same with Horus, except that he seems a little… unapproachable. And generally creepy and extremely nervous. Ergo; no true warrior.

"Right, so what now?" Mirage speaks.

Ah. The only guy that seems competent.
Kaesar replies. ‘’I’m curious to learn what all your powers are. But I won’t ask for demonstrations… yet. Could have unpredictable consequences, I do believe. So I’ll go first.
My ability? I can shoot lazers from my eyes. No joke. It’s why I need to wear sunglasses. It’s a serious problem. Already killed a few people by accident.’’
Kaesar blurts these words with the widest grin while tapping the dark glasses perched unto his nose. He lies – this is not his true power. He does not trust these people into knowing his actual ability. Who can say whether any of these will turn out to be his enemy one day?
Kaesar proceeds to look around the group. ‘’How about y’all?’’

...A few hours later; assuming Pup has not set the cabin on fire....

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Night is falling – and with it an omen of darkness. The more observant & cautious among us might be able to make out faint noises coming from beyond the immediate bushes…

The Search for Elvarren

I'll give you material to interact with even if it kills me.

The Search for Elvarren

Rude.

@Themerlinhawk@Sam12435@Twilights Curse I hope to see something from you guys yet, before it is too late!

The Search for Elvarren

‘’Time, but a passageway, a passageway... I am perpetual. The beginning of the end, and an end that never is.’’

‘’I don’t understand.’’

‘’…Perpetual.’’

‘’Is that your name?’’
No response.

DUSK

‘’My friends, I do not know much more than you do. But it appears that all over the world, there is one unknown word entering the minds of certain selected flock. ‘Elvarren.’ A word with a strange and hypnotic effect, a word that speaks to our instincts to search for it. And that is only the beginning, because the voice conveying to us about Elvarren gets only stronger and all the more impatient. It is my belief we are not suffering from schizophrenia… these voices aren’t delusions. They are sentient and external intelligence seeking to set us on a new path.
You have already heard them, haven’t you?
Their urgency is not unfounded either. There are men in grey suits after you. You might’ve already seen them. They started showing up across the continents about the same time people like us began to turn up with these abilities. There is something much greater at hand -- something happening to our world, but it is not yet ready to reveal itself… And the voice of Elvarren isn’t helping either. Nor do we know yet what Elvarren even is. But whatever it is; it is the key to everything. Yes. Everything. I believe this to be the truth. And so we cannot give up.’’

Dusk speaks to the people currently assembled. Ishalan, Mirage, Puppeteer, Kaesar, Quiet and Horus. Those are their new names, and let none think otherwise! They reside in an old and decaying cabin. Why has Dusk led these people to this place specifically? Mostly because there is a stove. Pretty outdated, looks to be made last century. But when you’re this far north, even during springtime, in this vast forested terrain… you will learn to appreciate such a thing.
The place is not very large. Upon entering you come into a living room; a couch hugging the right wall besides it, and an archaic refrigerator and kitchen sink in the corner. The head of a stag is mounted above the front door. At the back of the room are three doors. Two leading to separate bedrooms, and the middle door leading to a very small bathroom, with one toilet and an oldschool bathtub. No shower. And there is no running water either – it has to be fetched from the nearby river.
The right bedroom hosted only a single bed, with the unconscious Jay lying in it. The other bedroom was completely empty. Dusk only prepared three sleeping bags there. With one sleeping bag remaining for the right bedroom due to lack of space.

‘’All in all, we have one bed, four sleeping bags and a couch for one of us to sleep on in the living room.. That’s enough for six people. I’m sorry I could not prepare any more. I did not think I would actually be able to find this many of you. Please make due with what we have.’’
Dusk pauses for a bit.
‘’…I guess we will have to switch turns sleeping, eh? It’s up to you. I suppose since I’m the one responsible for you being here, I’ll be sleeping on the floor.
It is a time of great urgency for us. You need to keep low at all costs. I do not know if ‘they’ have followed us. But it seems they are capable of discovering people with our abilities even in the most unlikely of places. How? By what otherworldly means? I have no idea. Either way, I ask you all to please not leave this cottage, or at least as little as possible...
And if you do leave, inform me or Aries. I won’t ask more than to please be lenient with one another.

See this as an opportunity to really get to know eachother and maybe experiment with your talents… communicate with the voices in your head. For the coming days I need to leave you all. The Perpetual tells me more people have come to this continent. I need to find them and bring them here; before the Greymen do.
I like to think we are all part of the same brotherhood now. So while I am away; could you all prepare sleeping bags and rations to last us at least a few weeks? And be sure to listen to Aries… Just please don’t do anything rash or dangerous. Or something that makes too much noise or otherwise draw attention.
It is Monday. I will try to be back before Thursday evening.

Take care, everyone.’’

With those words; Dusk departs from the cabin once more. They had only been here for a day. Who is that guy, anyway? Dusk has an unexplainable calming effect on others. It makes you want to trust him. It might be his calm and friendly demeanor, or is it perhaps the mind-altering effect of his power..?

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@Howler I like how sassy your character is. Am only unsure about the ability. Perhaps there needs to be a weakness. However, the weakness might be something only to be discovered as we progress in IC, and may be unknown to Elizabeth as of yet.
Definitely approved, however!

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Currently writing up the first IC post! It will mainly serve as introduction. Feel free to brainstorm in advance as to how your character would interact with one of the others for your posts, given the circumstances.

Each post i'll try to leak a clue to progress us onward towards Elvarren.

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Six players for the time being is fine. Over the coming week we'll start up the IC, and more people can join in along the way.

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@Twilights Curse I like your Mirage guy. Only use a spellcheck and you're all fit and weaponized to join our ranks and uncover the vast mysteries and potential doom ahead. If all ends in vain, our characters at least learned not to be tempted by yellow snow.

@Xionist There you are. Accepted.
@Rtron I see you are in your Nordic phase now. Accepted either way. Now come, brothers. Let us relive the golden days of yore once more. Ragnarok awaits!

The Search for Elvarren

Dusk

In the Mirror

I am perpetual.What are you?

''Carl or Karel Pääsuke''

Is that your name? To stay out of harms way you will thenceforth go by a new one. What will it be?

''Dusk''

For how long have you so far lived?

''Nineteen years, a bit more.''

I cannot yet perceive your world. Describe to me your own manifestation.

''I have skin and eyes and teeth and ears and a nose. For some reason I like to point this out specifically -- a voice like you, but tied to a body. My eyes are hazel, my hair oaken brown. I'm lean and about average height, maybe an inch or so taller, not by much. I have a scar across my lip, at the right. (don't ask.) I have a thin jawline with what one would probably refer to as 'softer' features, which may seem contradictory if you've ever seen me get... passionate over something.

I generally dress in, well, whatever I can find. I'm rather fond of tie-dye and converse shoes. I like bright colours, though admittedly, they do draw people's attention to me, which I don't need. Still, I can't help myself. Often my shoes don't match as I am on the run and have little time to care about how I look. And in these colder climates, I make certain to use many layers of clothing. You really have to just learn to wear what you find. I also tend to have writing all over my arms. When I need to remember something, I don't bother with notepads. You can lose a notepad easily, but you can't lose an arm... Well, at least you can't lose it easily.''

You sensed the power awakening. What is it?

''I am a telepath and a mindwalker. I can go into people's minds when they get to a close enough range and see their thoughts, memories, even manipulate them. This all depends on the person's will and if they know what I'm doing. I can read minds, though, but I try to control that. I get bits and pieces sometimes, but I can supress it, choose not to hear. I try to do this as much as possible, but it gets hard to control sometimes. And occasionally, I'll slip into someone else's dream unintentionally. It can get difficult to sort out reality from dreaming sometimes.

Another problem I have is sometimes... I just hear things. I don't mean to. When I was younger, I remember I heard thoughts all the time and I couldn't control it. Just a flood of minds, of useless information. It got to the point where I thought about ending it just to stop it all. But I did eventually learn to control it. Open minds no longer plague me, I can close them off. But closed minds... those are the mysteries, the ones I actually have difficulty reaching. I can't help from trying sometimes. Sue me, I get curious.

My manipulation may be a bit unnerving to some, as if I caught you off guard and my energy was high, I might be able to force you to kill yourself. I never would, though. Never. This is a hard thing to force someone to do, though. Unless they want to die.

Dreams sometimes change at my will, but only other people's. And I can't always help it. It's not like I mean to go messing about in people's heads, it just happens sometimes. Especially if I'm asleep, when my guard is down. That's why I try to stay out of range of people at night. You never know.''

What do you think I am?

''I don’t know. But you are certainly as inquisitive about me as I am about you. I suppose we have that much in common. I tried pressing you for answers, but you won’t give away much. Stubborn, huh?''

Where upon this world did you initially dwell?

''Does it matter?''

Not anymore.

Why did you go out and seek this lost tribe at the word of a perpetual entity as myself?

''You told me to, and I knew someone had to do it. I believe I have this ability for a reason… To draw out people like me. To protect them. Unknown powers are at work.''

Would there be something you wish me to hear; speak it now.

''Forgive Aries, for he knows not what he says.''

That is all.

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Kaesar

In the Mirror

The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
‘’Whatever you say, chap.’’

What is your real name?
‘’Yoan Ognyanov. Can you pronounce that?’’

Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
‘’I was thinking Rex… No.. Caesar! Yes, call me Caesar. ‘C’ pronounced like a K. like Kaiser. So.. You know what; just write it like ‘Kaeser’ yes? Saves everyone the confusion.’’

How old are you, anyway?
‘’Twenty-two.’’

How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
‘’A bit moderately built. Pretty athletic, I like sports. I remember being tanned but since I don’t see much sun anymore – am getting pretty pale. Darkbrown hair, pronounced cheekbones in my face, also stubbles because I often forget to shave. I keep my hair short, but you won’t see it I reckon, ‘cuz I mostly wear a beanie.
Clothes I wear are sturdy, dark leather boots and trousers with a bomber jacket. Also got gloves to beat someone’s head in, just in case. Also, because of my ability I need to wear sunglasses pretty much all the time. No, it's not to look cool and hardcore, nor is it a fashion statement. Trust me.’’

Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
‘’It’s weird but it seems I can hypnotize people or something? Not sure if that’s how you call it, but it seems I can rouse up a group of people into lynching someone if I really wanted to. Granted; this probably won’t work on people that also have these… voices in their heads, or whatever. I seem to have a pretty good grasp on other people.
Being cool and stoic is always just a façade by people that think they’re coldblooded badasses. I can break the façade and put those faggots in their place if I wanted to. Not just people but even animals can sense my anger and be affected by it.
But that is just how I can affect people that are within a certain radius around me. I also have a stronger form of this power. The power to almost brainwash someone when that person looks me in the eyes. I do not have full power over what happens to the person, but they are often paralyzed when I do this. Just look me in the eyes and know fear! Fucking delicious. I wish people did it more often. And then I will be able to use my killer line: ‘’What, your mom never taught you not to make eye contact with FERAL BEASTS?’’
Har har har! Badass.

Anyway. To avoid this happening to allies I need to wear sunglasses, ye?’’

What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
‘’He’s a cunt.
Well; he/it seems to look out for me. Calls me ‘Offspring of tyrants’, whatever that means. Feeds my ego occasionally, tells me to assert my dominance and carve out my own territory. Probably doesn’t understand we’re living in the 21th century. At best maybe if I travel to Canada I can come across some Indians and convince them to worship me as some shamanic messenger of god. I think I got that idea from some movie though. Is that what the Voice wants? Sounds cool enough.
I call him ‘Am’, because he never finished his line.’’
‘’I am.’’
‘’Am what?’’
‘’Am.’’
‘’Okay.’’

Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
‘’Originally from Bulgaria. Moved to the US when I was very young. As for ‘looking’? You know, I’ve always had the feeling I had to find something, but I never knew what that was. Maybe it was Elvarren? I kept hearing that word, no idea where I heard it from originally. Seems painfully familiar though..’’

How did you end up here?
‘’I’m following you, Dusk. You fished me out of the crowd, remember? First time seeing someone with the same powers. There are probably some things you can teach me. Also, I have some unfinished business with that girl traveling with you.’’

Anything else you want to get off your chest?
‘’You better tell me everything that you know. I only agreed to follow you because I came looking for answers.’’

It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
‘’Hrm. I was fine on my own…’’