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Since my post of course is another long post, I marked where my character building part of the post ends and were the most relevant part of the post begins.
And let the RP begin.
Chres Sansus
Sleep was probably the worst part of living, in Chres's mind. Once sleep for Chres was soothing period of the day, which allowed his body to rejuvenate, and his mind to escape into fantasies unknown. Ever since the incident, however, sleep became either one of two things: A fantasy life Chres could no longer have, or a restless fit of nightmare infested dreams. More often than not, it was the latter. This night was no different.
Although Chres had blacked out and could not remember how his wife's death exactly went down, that didn't stop his mind from taking liberties with how it happened. Often, how she died in these nightmares fell into three different categories. He either beat her to death, stabbed her to death or strangled her to death. To be honest Chres wasn't sure which was worse.
In the nightmares where he beat her to death. Her death would come slowly. With each punch he would see her become less aware, less active, until finally she remained still and silent. Her blood dried on his fists
The nightmares where he stabbed her to death were no better. Although her death came much swifter in these dreams, her blood would splash all over his face with each stab, the blood slowly making its way down his arms and onto his knuckles where it would then crust up. Even when her life had fully fled, the stabbing would continue until nothing recognizable was left. Chres would wake up from these dreams horrified. Unable to get the image out of his head.
The third form, was where he strangling his wife. In these dreams he was forced to watch the life slowly leave her eyes. Her face turning blue from lack of air. Her eyes glazing over. This was the form his nightmares took tonight.
Tonight was a little more special than usual. Tonight he was dimly aware he was asleep and slightly more in control of his dream self. Unfortunately that didn't make things any better. As much as he struggled to release his grip from around his wife's throat, he found that his grip was that of iron. Solid. Unbreakable.
Chres struggled, he cried, he begged and... she died. She coughed up blood as the life left her. The blood somehow getting on his knuckles, drying instantly. Only then did his grip around her throat release.
"No..." He cried, cradling her dead body. He was vaguely aware that he was talking in his sleep. "No... Please... No... Stop... Please stop... please... come back to me... please... not agian... not again... please, no... please..."
"Chres..." He heard his wife's voice say. It sounded muffled, distance.
"Please please please please please... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please... forgive me... please forgive me... please..."
"Chres..." A little less distant. A little less muffled. "Chres, please wake up."
"I can't... I won't... I won't leave you again... just come back to me... I won't ever hurt you ever again... Please come back to me..."
"I-I don't understand... Just wake up Chres, please... You've always been good to me... Please Chres, wake up..."
*****
Chres woke from the dream, "I'm sorry, Sil... Please forgive me... Please..." He heard himself say, his mind not fully having registered that he was no longer dreaming. He saw Sil's fairy form fluttering over him. A concerned look in her eye. His fit must have triggered the more serious and less mischievous side of her.
"I don't understand, Chres... It's okay, though... I think... You're awake. I forgive you. Promise." Sil said giving him a concerned smile.
At this point Chres had become fully aware he had just awaken from a dream. "I'm sorry, Sil." Chres said again. This time directed at Sil, his familiar, and not Sil, his deceased wife.
"It's okay, silly. I forgave you, remember? I don't understand, but I forgive you."
Chres smiled sadly. She's just a familiar, Chres. Chres thought to himself. No matter who she looks like or who she sounds like, remember that Chres. She is not her. Sil was just a familiar. An obviously customized familiar. A customized familiar of his dead wife, Sil.
For not the first time in his life, the question of 'Why' crossed Chres's mind. His wife had cheated on him, with Mercaido, more than once. If she no longer loved him, then why? A customized Familiar, such as Sil, costs a fortune. Why get Chres such an expensive gift if she no longer loved him? And why buy the second metal glass pendent? Chres still had the thing in his pack. It was a blank slate, Chres had it checked. He could only assume she had wanted to make a familiar for herself using Chres's image. But why?
Chres sat up, rubbing his back which was stiff from sleeping on the floor. Sil hovered beside him waiting silently. He felt the itch lingering at the back of his neck. So many questions about his wife. Questions he no longer could get the answers to.
***Important part of the post starts here**** @Elevation, @13Org, @SonofJet, @HokumPocus, @Jerkchicken
Chres stood up and stretched. He caught a glimpse outside the window. The sky was black as midnight. In the distance he could make out a green sun rising from the distant mountains to the north. Despite the dark sky, it was still light out strangely. A dark light. The kind one would see were heavy storm clouds blocking out the sun. The Distortion had taken effect fully it seemed.
In the streets people ran about banging against the doors of their neighbors, smashing windows, strangling people in the street. Shouting, crying, laughing, screaming, the sounds of a town slowly getting lost in madness. It all reached Chres's ears. He suspected it would only get worse as more people woke from their nightly sleep.
None of that was what caught Chres's attention, however. What caught his attention were the docks, or rather the lack there of them. The whole of the docks was engulfed in black flames, black from the Distortion. The flame had swallowed the boats as well. Chres could only guess this was done to block anyone trying to escaping by boat.
The Docks weren't the only things on fire, however. One by one, the buildings surrounding the inn were being broken into by a mob of people. The mob would drag out the building's inhabitants, interrogate them, beat them and occasionally kill them. The Mob would then set the buildings they had broken into on fire. Overseeing all this was a lone Sightless.
That can't be good. Was all that crossed Chres's mind. He then heard a crash of a window shattering downstairs, and the pounding of feet, hands and bodies, against wood.
"Was this the sort of 'wrong' you wanted me to wake you for?" Sil asked as she peered out the window with a finger to her lips.
Chres heard the ruckus on the floor below grow and the sound of people climbing the steps. "Yes, Sil." Chres said grabbing his pack from beneath the covers of the bed. "Yes, it was."
For good measure, Chres grabbed the Crystal Jade Candles put them in his pack before strapping it to his back. He felt bad for taking the candles, but their nightly glow seemed far too valuable to leave behind. Someone then began kicking the door to his room.
After a few kicks, the door burst open, triggering Chres's Tempraision trap. The person caught from the blast was slammed against the wall behind him. Chres ducked behind the bed, taking cover from the splinters of wood being shot in his direction from the blast. He rose from his cover afterwards, dagger drawn, ready for a fight.
Fyi @JerkChicken by morning the Distortion will taking full effect the skies will be black
Anybody else have any posts they would like make before I get to work on plotting out a post to move time forward to the next day?
@SonofJET No worries. Take your time. I made a post for the Innkeeper. He's an NPC so other players do have permission to play him, but if your Character needs any specific information from him, I can certainly provide.
Innkeeper
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The Innkeeper arched an eyebrow at the blonde haired man. "I offer the same accommodations to all my customers. And I do believe you did offer me something for them. It's called money... However, if you insist..."
The Innkeeper handed the Blonde haired man a cleaning rag and motioned to the dirtied plates and mugs he was cleaning. "There's a bucket of water on my side of the counter. I'm not hiring, nor able to pay for your help. It is appreciated, however." The innkeeper said. He then went back to cleaning.
@Vertigo I'll be making a post to kick off the morning after within the next week. Let me know when you have your CS done and I'll approve you for joining. You can also Join after or during the chaos of the morning after. Whenever is good for you.
Chres Sansus
Chres trudged up the stairs lost in thought, barely paying any heed to the conversation the others were having. The woman he suspected to be the famed Ice Flower seemed to be taking charge. Made sense. If she was the Ice Flower, then she would have the know-how to lead. So long as it wasn’t Chres.
He heard the words ‘suggestions’ and ‘ideas’ tossed about. “We’ll need to find the seed first,” Chres said half mindedly behind him, “Rumors of missing people might be key. Identify where the seed’s ‘ingredients’ went off to, and we’ll probably find what we are looking for.”
Chres continued up the steps. “If we know where it is, the chaos tomorrow could give us proper cover.” It would also give Chres a better chance to get himself killed, but he didn’t say that part of course.
Chres surrendering to his thoughts as he finished his trek up the steps.
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Innkeeper
A growing look of concern crossed the Innkeeper’s face. His patrons were slowly making their drunken way out of his Inn for the night. For the most part, all who remained were the group of people who suddenly decided to pay for a room and ask for a bundle of Crystal Jade Candles. Were they all avid readers or something?
The Innkeeper shook his head. He actively cleaned a dirtied mug as he listened to what the man said. Talk of missing people. What was that about chaos tomorrow? What did they mean seed? The world had gone crazy lately.
The Innkeeper vigorously cleaned the mug with his cloth growing more concerned. “Rumors about missing people? You aren’t talking about the rumors of people not returning from Lord O’Kal’s manor, are you? Whatever you all are plotting, I want no part of it.”
The Innkeeper finish cleaning the mug and put it down on the counter. He then moved on to the next one. “Best you leave Lord O’Kal alone.” He said nodding to himself. “Nothing but dark talk about that one these days.”
One by one, people were leaving the Inn. Two of his children had begun cleaning the common room, pushing in chairs, sweeping the floors and wiping down tables. “I’ll be closing up shop for the night. If you need anything. The Miss and I have a room off to the side down that way.” He said pointing to the corner. “I’ll be locking the doors to the inn. One can’t be too cautious these days.”
The Innkeeper said nothing more. He finished cleaning the second mug and moved on to the next. Silently going about his work.
*****
Chres Sansus
Chres opened the door to the room he would be staying the night in. It was the first room on the right after going up the stairs. The room was small, dark and musky with a lone window on the back wall. There was a small cot as well. It looked comfy enough, but Chres didn’t plan on sleeping in it.
The uneven floorboards, hidden behind the bed, was where he would be sleeping tonight. If he were to help with this mission of theirs, then he would at least need to last through the night. That meant a night hidden on the floor and a bed stuffed with his pack and a pillow. He could plot a way to get himself killed while in the middle of the mission.
Chres pulled out one of the Crystal Jade Candles from the bundle the Innkeeper provided him. The room lit up from the eerily, yet soothing, Crystal Jade glow. Closing the door behind him and locking it, Chres began strategically placing the three candles about the room in such a way that it would maximize the coverage of light shining upon the welcoming looking floorboard upon which Chres would sleep.
Once satisfied, he made his way back to the room’s door and began compressing the body heat he stored away in his shirt. Chres felt the warmth of the heat seep out of his shirt, down his arm and into his fist forming an unstable compressed Heat Construct. It was in the shape of a ball and had a dull red glow. Chres carefully stuck the ball of Tempraision where the door met the wall. An effective trap and alarm should any unwelcome guests stop by. It was common Tempraision self-defense trick.
Chres then made his way to the room’s window and did the same thing. The downside to this trick was that each time he did it, it depleted an hour’s worth of stored energy. Fortunately, though, he could recover the lost energy as he slept. Chres, immediately began storing away his body for later use.
Turning to his bed, he then got to work setting up the decoy Chres under the covers of his cot. He noticed his shadow jump towards the light as he worked. The night sky turned a shade of purple. The world lingered in that state for a few seconds before returning to normal. Chres frowned. It lasted longer this time.
Sil sat on Chres’s head in her ferret form, as he worked. She had seemed to have gotten the message that something big and important was happening. Now was not the time for her silliness.
Chres picked up his pack that he carried around with him and opened it. Inside he rummaged through his belongings. He paused as he came across the cord of rope he had started carrying two months ago. Since then, every night before he went to sleep, he stared at the rope for a good moment, imagining how the rope would feel around his neck.
A half smile crossed his face as he imaged the look on Gin’s face were Chres to hang himself this night. Whatever he was, Gin claimed that Chres wouldn’t die tonight. All it would take to prove him wrong would be a simple noose around the neck. Chres stood there staring at it. He was seriously considering following through with the act. Before coming to any decision, he was interrupted by Sil, who had fluttered down, back in her fairy form. Her finger to her mouth. Head tilted to the side.
“You’re not well Chres…” She said at last, a concerned look in her eyes. It wasn’t often that Sil would get like this. Chres had found that she often acted in such a manner during times he was at his worst. Times such as this very moment. The memories had come to him in droves during the last few hours. They hung over him like a dark cloud, smothering him. His heart heavy. His spirit low. Tonight would not be a good night for sleeping.
“Something’s wrong with you, Chres. I can… feel it… I think?” Sil tilted her head to the other side of her body. Her brow furrowed. Deep in thought. She finally frowned, turning her attention to the rope. She fluttered down to it, examining it with interest.
“Is it this rope?” She asked looking back up in Chres’s direction. “I could tell it off for you.” She said smiling, hands clasped behind her back. “I’ll tell it to go away, leave you alone and never come back. It won’t ever bother you again. Promise.” Sil said happily.
Chres smiled weakly at her attempt to cheer him up. “I appreciate it Sil, but I doubt it will help... It’s her again.”
“Her?” Sil ask quizzically as she furrowed her brow doing her best to understand. “You mean your special friend who you said looks like me? Is she here?” Sil asked, fluttering above Chres’s head and examining the room. She frowned upon she realizing no one else was in the room.
“Hmmmmmmm...” He heard her say. “I don’t see her.” She fluttered down to the bed and took a seat. “One day, Chres, I’ll find her for you, wrap her in a bow and hand her over as a gift. I’ll have to draw a mustache on her though.”
Chres smiled. Closing his pack, he took a seat on the bed next to her staring at the Crystal Jade Candle in front of them. “A mustache?” He asked frowning.
“A mustache.” She said nodding, staring ahead at the Crystal Jade Candle as well.
“Why a mustache?”
Sil looked and him and cocked an eyebrow. “Because, silly, you’ll need it to tell us apart.”
Chres shook his head, and couldn’t help but release a small chuckle. Apparently Sil thought ‘his special friend’ looked literally like Sil rather than just resemble Sil.
Sil smiled, happy to hear Chres chuckle. She began kicking her feet. Humming softly. In that moment, Sil reminded Chres very much of her.
“I’m afraid that’s impossible, Sil." Chres said sadly. "She’s gone...”
“I’ll find her.” Sil said nodding. “I’ll find her.”
Chres stared ahead at nothing. He spoke not a word. His heart stuck in his throat. He nodded sadly. The memories washing over him. He had planned to put Sil’s Metal Glass pendent away for the night. It was why he had opened his pack. He had been looking for the bag he placed over the pendent as he went to sleep in a well-lit place. Over the course of their conversation, however, he decided against it.
Chres got up from the bed and finished placing his pack and a pillow under the covers of the cot. He then took his spot on the floor for the night. He relaxed as best he could.
“Watch over me as I sleep tonight, Sil. Aside from the sky changing colors and shadows acting weirdly, wake me if anything goes amiss.” A moment later he added, “Amiss means wrong, Sil. Wake me if anything goes wrong.”
He heard an extended ‘ah’ from Sil. Chres sighed, shaking his head slightly. Looks like he caught that one.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling. Dreading the sleep and nightmares which were sure to follow. Sleep would be light tonight. It always was on a bad day. He sighed again. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into a restless sleep.
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