Prima Luce

Trios

The Ghost of Sarah Stone

Sarah Stone is the spirit of a young girl that haunts the town and mines of Trios. She manifests her presence in various way. Her plight shall be revealed in time, so too her host of powers.


Relax. Let us play with you.

Trios

Apologies, have been delayed by work. Will add a character sheet as soon as possible.

Diddly Do

@Oh no my soup

Without speaking his name, Cain shuffles heavily into the office and grabs Gillian by the throat with a single hand. His grip is firm, though not so tight that it restricts her breathing. He draws his face close to hers. His breath reeks of sulfur.

"You need not know my name. I, however, need your best vessel. Quickly."

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@Dartbored Fairy

In the aftermath of the quake, while Mili consumes her sandwich, the searing burn of the fingerprint marks on her neck intensifies. With this sudden increasing of unbearable pain, the marks start radiating a crimson light, like that of a pulsating beacon, while the bandages thereon begin to scorch like cloth to an open flame.

This intense burn lasts for several seconds before reducing to its prior state, yet the radiating glow from the marks continue. The blackened bandages burst into flames and fall from their placing.

Trios

@Dartbored Fairy

Thank you for the information. Looking forward to the RP.

Trios

Requests information on acceptable character parameters.

Diddly Do

@Oh no my soup

The Mark of Cain

All those Cain associates with, both directly or indirectly, will feel a foreboding sensation of animosity and/or dread. This is the mark of Cain, set upon Cain by God in the wake of Cain’s transgression. It is not a physical mark, rather the aforementioned effectual warning felt by those in his company.

Gillian opens the door to an elderly man, though his age can only be determined by the bronzed and seasoned condition of his face. Though he exhibits no facial growth, his hair is not grayed, it is thick, black and unkempt like his brow line. He is approximately six feet tall, wears brown leather sandals, and is otherwise attired in a hessian, full-length robe tied about the waist with horsehair rope. He has a slightly hunched posture and leans much of his weight upon the hilt of a black obsidian staff.

While Gillian is no doubt feeling the grim effects of his presence, the old man’s dark, doleful eyes focus on Gillian in an initial moment of scrutinizing silence. He does not speak. The silence is ended when the old man lifts his staff and sharply jabs Gillian’s foot. The force of the jab would not be enough to break any bones, but would undoubtedly cause her considerable pain.

Perhaps the old man would like to be invited in….

Diddly Do

Gillian Reed folds her hands behind her back and sighs as she looks into space.

Hider

Alright, so whenever I do that that means that a new model is up for grabs. Solon 3000 is available for who wants it, I guess.

@Oh no my soup

Gillian’s damp stare out the window is broken by three heavy knocks at the door. Though the treble of knocks could be invariably described as just that, they do carry an effect of aberrant animosity that strongly disturbs the pacific air of the room.

Diddly Do

Have updated my character sheet to include a second. Hokum has approved this character via DM.

Diddly Do

@Dartbored Fairy

The gentle rush of Mili’s blood pulsed rhythmically against his fingertips. His fingers a siphon. Her jugular a pump. His whispered words of stimulation; flattering, coaxing, enticing her sweet life force to join with his. It rushed up his arms, gorging his body, filling his senses, granting him strength, draining her own. Soon they’ll be one –

Now she enters!

"You deplorable hag – No!" These telepathic words scream through Pirila's mind, though not in the voice of a man, rather the voice of Mili. Simultaneously, Dnias straightens his posture, turning and deflecting the dice with a powerful swipe of one arm. The wooden cube, now engulfed in flames, returns toward Pirila’s head at twice the velocity.

With his fingertips no longer in communion with Mili, the child will no doubt awaken; perhaps stirred by the breaking of his contact that kept her asleep, or perhaps by the searing heat of his fingerprints burnt into the delicate skin of her neck. On any accord, the process has been interrupted. He was not able to complete the feast at his leisure. But she will, now, always be branded with his mark… his beacon… until he returns to complete his feast.

The Vector Pathol, an organism, which resembles a starfish wrapped about his left wrist, illuminates. The sage light it generates encloses his person. The atmosphere surrounding him shutters. The air appears to crack like shattering glass, yet for but a moment before Dnias is gone.

Diddly Do

Mili nodded and waved as Pirila left the room, before drifting off to sleep in her bed.

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"I'll let you three converse for a while, I've got someone to check up on. So if you'll excuse me I'll be going." She said, before heading out of the room and up the stairs.

@Dartbored Fairy

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Mili… asleep in her bed. So innocent. So young. So precious… so pure…. Ahhh, yes, the sweetest ingredients. Who could resist a recipe such as this? Not Dnias… of course.

Silent as a phantom, he looms at the child’s bed. Through the depth of his hood, his crimson glare is fixed upon the supple contours of her face. His nostrils flare with each inhalation. His mouth waters with anticipation. The sound of her pulse moves like enchanting music through his being; an intoxicating rhythm of jungle drums luring the bloodthirsting spirits to feast.

It is time

He stoops low, pressing two fingers gently to her throat, softly uttering the arcane words in her delicate ear….