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I'm Randomness. I also go by others names when it's unavailable, but those are usually some variation of Randomness or Random in general.

I like anime, video games, and science. I'm currently in school studying to become an radiologic technologist. I'm in the initial stages, so I'm on my way. My favorite anime is Eureka Seven, and my favorite video game is a tie between Kingdom Hearts and Etrian Odyssey.

I have several story ideas, but currently lack motivation to write them out. I have plenty of notes for some of them so when I finally get around I'm prepared. That said, I absolutely enjoy group story telling like you do through role playing. One of my interests involved is world building and the connections between them if any.

One of my characters travels between worlds, dimensions and universes. What these are meant to be are different RPs. There seems to be some taboo around such a character, but I feel that is should be judged on a case by case basis. The idea of a seasoned character who has been on many adventures being able to share stories in passing sounds like a fun idea. I thought it would be an interesting idea that those stories could be from other RPs. He isn't meant to highjack the current RP, or be over powered. I admit, I can see that concern. Really though, he is meant to be an eccentric character with stories and treasures not before seen. The effects of these stories are meant to be entertaining, like fairy tales to the current cast. And what treasures he has or can use I'd restrict to what makes sense in the current world. But like I said before, it should be case by case. A learner, and a story teller. I think it's fun to link concept together through this character so the story could live on in new ways and perhaps give new RPs a different kind of character. Without upending everything of course.

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Fia Blackfire




“That’s the fierce Roxas I know.” said Fia as the elven archer broke free from Fia’s grasp. Fia couldn’t see exactly what happened, but Roxas was enveloped in a new light that brought about vigor that she wasn’t displaying before. But the elf was right, Fia could see that the phantoms started to hone in on their position. Perhaps the light that invigorated Roxas also made them known to the phantom. Fia took a step back to give both her and Roxas room. “Hear that, big guy? The party is starting.” said Fia to Tillius.

Fia started to channel her magic when an odd sensation completely different than what she was used to washed ove rher. It wasn’t exactly something she felt, but she could tell that her aura had gained a new light. Fia looked at her hands, front and back, and then around her person. All she could see were Roxas preparing her arrow, and Tillius steady his shield. Fia couldn’t see her benefactor that provided the aura of light, but she could tell it was of a similar kind to what enveloped Roxas. Fia reached to her bag and removed a glass sphere. The sphere fit in the palm of Fia’s hand comfortably, a starburst pattern inside mixed with swirls of color. A color that did not remain long. Within the starburst embedded inside, a light began to glow and soon the multiple colors that made up the starburst was pure white.

“I think we should worry more on our side, dear.” said Fia. While Roxas had eyes on the horse riding captain charging Rezello and Forbann, Fia could see the other five soldiers bearing down on the three of them. The Sphere began to float before Fia as she used her hands to craft a starburst made of light in her palms. With a flick of her wrist, the light beamed forward towards the ground in just front of the five running soldiers. It would erupt into a five foot wide column of white light. Fia attempted to time it so that by the time it erupted, the soldiers would be just over it “I wonder if we share the same flavor of light. Let’s see how effective this is at stopping our nightmarish foes.”

The soldiers were too close for comfort, and Fia hoped Tillius would reach in time in case her spell was not effective. These phantoms were still new territory. They were not like the djinn or the elves she had spent years dealing with. This felt like an entirely new realm, and the extent of their power was still unknown.
Fia Blackfire




It was as much as Fia expected when the talking chestnut tree remained silent. Still, Fia had some hopes it would speak again. Fia waited for Carnatia to leave before the sorceress finished collected the remaining ingredients the ent graciously allowed her to gather. A couple small pouches and a vial of sap were safely tucked away in her bag before she trotted over to the others. Despite half listening to the others, Fia was able to pick up on part of the mission. There was a library and a vault some other caster had processed. That probably contained the artifact Vesemir was after. When that was done, Fia rested by the fire in camp, awaiting to leave for Lasse later that evening.

What exactly the phantom was never came up. And the only information they received was to not look at it. Do not touch it. The vagueness of the fate of Lasse and the ominous tone of the advice made for a sinister image in Fia’s mind. The outcome of that war over a millennia ago would have normally been erased by now. Eaten by the forest and the earth. If its past still haunted those ruins still today, Fia could not imagine further.

As the darkness fell over the expedition, there was some shadows that poked through the light. Like a haze, the horrible aura of a war long ended crept up on Fia. Don’t look at the phantom. A warning that was unlikely to succeed. The light from the lantern was ever present, but the ruin of Lasse and the phantom that beckoned was overbearing. Fia’s eyes could not help but wander. Even if her gaze were to graze these phantoms, her mind was pulled. Images of brutal acts done upon those still trapped in the city assaulted Fia’s eyes. This was more than just looting, warmongers taking their share. The soldiers took great pleasure in the carnage they wrought.

“How cruel.” Fia whispered. The sorceress was losing sight of the lantern. Not purely because she stopped paying attention to it, but because she grew ever curious as to the events unfolding before her. “So this is the darkness that masked elf was warning about. A window into the fate of Lasse, and a display of the atrocities these people endured. Fia stopped moving, fixated on the scene. Gleeful soldiers hoisting up the dead, and the yet living in an obscene show of brutality.

Fia’s hands clenched. These images. They were more than illusions. If these were the shadows of the people who actually lived through the time, they’ve been suffering endlessly for centuries. Souls unable to escape their torment, and their captors still relishing in their barbarity. A dark mist started to condense around her fists. Maybe there was a way to free them. As far as Fia could fathom, the only reason no one else has was because of how secluded the twilight lands became after that war. It was almost like the elves just planned to forget Lasse existed, damning their kin. Fia’s eyes gazed over to where the light still pierced through the darkness, shining the way out of the reliving nightmare. Then again, maybe they did try, and were unable to end the torment. Gray Flame, as enigmatic as he, was familiar of twilight lands. This probably was not his first venture into the land. Optimistically, Fia thought that perhaps that elf also considered a means to dispelling this nightmare.

Fia was brought out of her thoughts when Tillius shouted out. His voice boomed with short and concise instruction. Fia remembered that there were others. Tillius was probably aware of what was going on as well. Fia also saw Roxas who seemed to be taking in the sight worse than either of them. Fia watched as the arrow the elven healer had was loosed, ricocheting back into its agent. Fia immediately sprinted over, the dark magic dissipating from her hands.

“Are you alright, darling?” Fia asked. As the sorceress approached, Roxas was tossing away the fletched end of her arrow. Fia stood next to Roxas, one arm reached around the elf’s back. Both her hands gripped Roxas’ shoulders. “We should get you out of here.” Fia looked up at the tree. As much as Tillius’ blocked the view in front of him, he couldn't block it all. Everywhere they looked had evidence of horrors long past. “We should all get out of here. Where is that light? We need to get to Vesemir’s light.” Fia swiveled her head to look about. She didn’t see Carnatia or Nanashi. Hopefully that was a sign they made it out and were with the other elves.
Fia Blackfire




Fia eyes lit up when the ent didn’t object to Fia’s request. Remover her knife, Fia went to work carving off bits of bark. No guarantee any of the materials she was gathering would do anything in her alchemy, but there was only one way to find out. She was so engrossed in what she was doing, she barely payed any attention to Carnatia or Gray as they continued to speak. The bark, and seeds were easy to collect. But if anything contained the power of such a entity would be it’s blood. Or in the case of the tree, sap. It was getting darker, and canopy of the forest continuously blocked the sun, but Fia knew it would still be hours before it became truly dark. She was not worried about time.

After a short time, Carnatia returned to the tree. Fia was behind it at the time, slowly carving out a means of pulling sap. It was the last thing she was collecting, so as it slowly budded at the surface of the tree, Fia noticed Carnatia’s return. Fia stood up from where she was kneeling, dusting off her knees and the front of her dress.

“I guess it was wishful thinking to hope you came to see me.” said Fia with a smile. She walked around the tree to meet Carnatia. “I’m just waiting for now for the sap to become thick enough to collect. It sounded tired before, so I don’t know if you can get it to answer, but I would love to listen to it speak again.” Fia could only guess that Carnatia was going to speak with the ent again. What and why she couldn’t guess, but Fia was truthful in wanting to hear it speak. Fia listened as Carnatia asked the tree the questions. Beyond the supposed phantom, Fia didn’t know what could be waiting for them within the city. Those were some pretty valid questions, and given the supposed reach the ents had from among the roots of the forest, seemed very likely to know. Assuming the ent would awaken again to answer.

“Perhaps you could explain this phantom.” added Fia to the end of Carnatia’s questions. Fia did’t hear the explanations from Vesemir or Gray Flame. And since Carnatia was here asking the ent, Fia imagined that not much useful was said when she went back to the other earlier, either.
Fia Blackfire




Fia watched Carnatia leave with a sideways glance. Her lips curled slightly as she returned her focus to the map. Between Carnatia and Forbann, Fia felt that she would get something from this adventure. At least the endeavor was going to be entertaining. Fia waited patiently for her time in the bath, having a chance for her clothes to properly dry before the next leg of the journey.

The next morning, clothes dry enough to travel, Fia waited as the caravan was prepared to leave again. The horses were guided from the stable to be mounted to the wagons, and the helping hands packed up what was removed for comfort within the house. Fia walked to Roxas as she offered her bag, placing her hands upon the elf’s. Fia told Roxas that it was okay, that no one suspected her of such, and there was no need to go so far. At the same time, Fia noticed that Carnatia went up the stairs some time after Roxas descended.

For the couple days they traveled from the abandoned homestead, Fia rode with the others in the wagons, watching as the prairies turned into woods. The lingering clouds from the storm still floating in the air, white and fluffy. The air tasted clean as the smell of the fallen rain wafted through Fia’s nose. Her eyes were closed as Roxas played the flute. It looked like the elf’s mood shifted since that night, seeming much more calm and pleased with herself. If not the flute, then it was whittling away at some scraps of wood. Fia graciously accepted a one to one likeness of her hairpin.

“Thank you, darling. It’s lovely.” Fia tucked the charm away in her bag, careful not to put it somewhere it could not be broken. Fia returned to admiring the scenery and she spoke with Forbann about this and that. Mainly focusing on him as he walked next to the cart the few times he wasn’t riding.

As the hours passed, Fia noticed the roads were surprisingly well maintained. She would have expected some erosion or decay after so many years. Actually, she would have expected them to have been eroded beyond use. Even if there were small expeditions inside the lands of twilight, sanctioned or otherwise, there was no one really capable of maintaining them for so long. It was small, but it helped convey some of the mystery the twilight lands could contain.

Nearing dusk the group had finally slowed to a stop. They were prepared to make camp when their patron Vesemir was excited to continue onto the first ruined city not that much farther. Fia spent most of the time relaxing in the wagon, if not napping in it so she was ready to go further despite some questions from the others. She stayed with the others as Carnatia and Gray went off on their own to investigate the trees. To be honest, Fia barely minded the trees themselves, keeping her attention with Forbann, or listening to Roxas’ flute.

It was only a matter of time. In the land barely more than a day, and the group found something marvelous. The tree Carnatia was examining turned out to be sentient. It wasn’t a tree, and it wasn’t an elf in disguise. It was something genuinely mythical. Fia got up and swiftly made her way over as soon as it became known to some of the others Carnatia’s discovery.

“Oh. How lovely.” said Fia as her eyes gazed over every inch of the speaking tree, “I’ve heard of the ents, but was never able to find one. A create so in tune with the forest, can guide people with their roots. Helped lead the evacuation leaving the land free from further influence from the elves.” Fia walked closer, even resting her hand upon the bark of the tree, “Would it be possible for me to have some of your bark? Perhaps even a vial of sap?” Fia continued to fawn over the tree, wishing to harvest different parts of it short of cutting it down.
Fia Blackfire




Fia stood close to Forbann as the others continued conversing, awaiting his answer. Though the seriousness of her proposal could be questioned, it seemed to have made at least one of the others blush. Fia turned her head to look back at the noble knight. Seeing the young woman flustered, Fia couldn’t help but slowly smile.

“Are you perhaps a little envious, my dear Carnatia?” said Fia coyly. Fia continued to smile at the orange haired spellsword, tilting her head as though adding pressure. Fia’s turned to look again when Forbann shifted and spoke up. Using pure logic, Forbann turned down Fia’s request. Fia looked up at the ferromancer and frowned, but it didn’t seem to affect Forbann’s attitude toward the situation in general. Fia took a step back,

“I guess there isn’t a way around it,” sighed Fia. “I’ve had my time in the rain. I think I would rather wait for the bath. At least our silent fellow will replace the hot water, won’t you dear?” said Fia, raising her voice so that the man who initially offered the bath could hear. Fia walked around the table towards the spellsword who took Fia’s place in line for the bath. She reached out and rested her index finger and thumb under Carnatia’s chin and cheek, pulling the two of them closer. “If size is the issue, then perhaps we two would be a better match.” Fia looked into Carnatia’s eyes for several seconds. Before long, Fia cracked a smile and her eyes closed shut as she chuckled. She pulled back dramatically and sat down onto one of the loose chairs strewn around the table. Fia moved one of her hairs that got stuck on her face out of the way.

“Go ahead dear. I don’t mind waiting a bit longer. Just so long as the water is hot when it’s my turn.” said Fia sweetly with a smile. Fia then turned in the chair to look at the map ahead on the table, void of trinkets but instead replaced with a pouch of coins. A detour? Fia wondered to herself what was in these places mentioned. Did something in the house reveal a need to venture further south?
Fia Blackfire




Fia remained awkwardly close to Forbann as the others started to speak up again. The adorable little princess spoke next. Young as she was, the skill set she boasted was versatile and impressive. Already showing off the enchantments of her arms and armor, this Evelyn was very much prepared to prove herself. As if to further her claim, the young noblewoman peered into the secrets of each item dear Roxas kindly brought down. Some of the items proved to be useful beyond their fashion, and were it not for Englebert and his compatriot, unnamed masked elf, then the expedition would have already bounty that could help easy the further difficulties the team would encounter within the Twilight lands. It was more evident that it could since Roxas had introduced herself as a healer.

“Poor dear. Perhaps someone should check up on her.” said Fia as Roxas’ form could no longer be seen from the bottom of the stairs. Though Fia thought not much of the comments, she could understand Roxas frustration on having it brought up so many times. But since both Engelbert and Masked Elf both said something about it, and Fia was understanding that they were closer to the archaeologist than the others, something was fishy. Fia wasn’t the only one to notice as Carnatia was first to speak up about it.

“I’m not offended, dear.” said Fia. She smiled at the spellsword. “It would take a lot more than that. I guess I’m just not mindful when it comes to the folly of politicians.” Fia shrugged her shoulders. She then shifted her gaze to the masked elf. It was hard to gate his state of mind or emotions due to the mask, but the way he shook his head dismissively was telling. “You know something, don’t you, dear? Something about the house, perhaps? The people in the picture? Is there a reason for not telling us?”

Fia kept her eyes on the masked elf when Engelbert spoke up changing the subject. He attempted to get the silent foreign looking individual to speak, before mentioning a bath that individual had prepared. Fia’s face lightened up as her mood lifted. Fia could see Engelbert was speaking broadly, but his eyes rested pointedly at her.

“A bath sounds lovely.” she said, almost like she was never questioning the masked elf at all. She turned on her heel to face the tall armored oni. She clasped her hands together resting them on her cheek as she tilted her head. Fia gleefully spoke again with a sweet smile, “would you care to join me, darling? I’ll help you wash your back.”
Fia Blackfire




“Unsavory? I barely said anything.” spoke Fia. She looked at the assortment of items that lay on the table. The flier caught her eye. Either the owner was a patron, or this building was a part of the route advertised. Fia reached over and picked up the clear case containing the hairpin. She looked at it as she twirled the case around in her hands. “Though, I suppose I am of the mind that if the previous owner is dead, what harm is there in repurposing goods that are will otherwise be forgotten?”

As far as first impressions go, Fia was not expecting so much law and order. Keeping the peace she understood, but such overwhelming morality was not. Fia was not a bandit, and she wasn’t going to start making enemies with those she had just met. Her expectations were a little dashed, though. An expedition into a land not once visited in almost a millennia. Fia expected there to be some gathering of treasures along with those artifacts and knowledge the archaeologists were hoping to dig up. She guessed that since the house appeared to be much newer than something a millennia old, and the flier was only date thirty years ago. This part of the land was still occupied. Thirty years still felt like a long time for such valuables to be sitting around unclaimed.

Engelbert and the other masked man approached the table. Fia missed the masked elf’s name, but he seemed to have an air of leadership with him. The elf addressed Roxas, the other elf who brought down the papers and trinkets. In one way, he was informing her about their position within the property. In another way, it was like he was scolding her, but not as bluntly as Engelbert done earlier. Fia sighed at the end of his statement. Though it was addressed to Roxas, Fia felt the words were meant for everyone.

“Fine.” Said Fia softly. She placed the clear case containing the hairpin back onto the table where she initially picked it up. “It’s not like there won’t be any other relics on this journey.” Fia raised her arms up, interlocking her fingers. After she stretched, she raised a hand palm out as she swiped the air waving to the group.

“I’ll say again, my name’s Fia. My specialty is sorcery. I am just in love with those who are born with the power to make the world however they want on a whim. So much so, I’ve made their power my own.” Fia chuckled, “I can do a little of everything, but my true specialty lies in the elements.” Fia let down the hand she was using to wave, so it lay horizontal with her palm up. From the center of her palm a pillar of fire erupted, almost touching the ceiling. It lasted only a moment before it was replaced with a ball of water, that froze. Finally the ball collapsed into itself forming a small black void, and then it disappeared all together.

“Though, if I need to, I am pretty good with a rapier.” Fia finished her introduction.

With her demonstration done, Fia quickly scooted over next to the man in armor. Fia had never met an oni before, and that alone caught Fia’s attention. But then when it came to his work with curses and cursed metal, she found someone truly special. Fia was aware of the possibility of cursed metal, but now she found living proof. Fia looked up at the armored oni with eagerness. Fia's eyes were as deep red as her dress, and a black ring surrounded her pupils. “You don’t have to worry about me, lovely. I would be most interested to learn more about how you wield your cursed metal.”
Fia Blackfire




Fia’s eyes sparkled when the man donning green and a metal mask had managed to light the fireplace without the need of firewood. At first she though that one or more of them would have to venture back into the storm to retrieve the wood, most likely soaked with rain water. But now that wasn’t necessary. Fia stayed close to the burning pit, letting the heat help dry off some of the water that soaked her clothes.

“That feels nice.” she said softly to herself, her eyes closed as she clearly enjoyed the warmth of the fire. She opened her eyes again and gazed at the gracious benefactor, “and such a pretty color, too. That is a very useful trick. Thank you.”

Fia looked over the young girl who spoke up shortly after the fire was set ablaze. She was nicely dressed despite the weather and appeared to be messing with a pair of swords. Did they belong to the girl? If so, if she knew how to use them, then that was impressive. “Well aren’t you adorable. I wasn’t aware they were going to let girls as young as you join the expedition. And the way you speak. You’re just precious.”

Finally able to shake off the storm, Fia sat down near the fireplace and removed her boots. She placed them by the flame to help dry off. She looked around at the house and the other strangers occupying it. First there were the obvious ones in armor. She counted at least three of them. Her masked savior of fire could probably count as one, but compared to the hulking statue of the three she counted, he didn’t look to fit among them. However, the number of them wearing masks was notable. If she had a silver for every person she found wearing a mask among her soon to be proper comrades…

Fia listened to the introductions, or rather the start of the introductions. Engelbert started off. Despite how much renown he seemed to have from some of the others, Fia never heard of him. But it was nice to know that he was as tanky as he looked. Allegedly. Whether it stood up was yet to be seen, but it definitely looked promising. At least Fia would gladly put herself behind him and let him take the hits.

Introductions were cut short as an elven woman descended the stairs with an arm full of trinkets. Fia stood up and wandered near the table the elf placed them, curious to what was found. “Ooh. Are we looting the place already? Don’t mind if I do.” said Fia as she gazed over the various items. Mainly keepsakes by the look of it, they were in very good condition for how long the house had been abandoned.

Engelbert spoke up about the items, and Fia couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, how noble of you, lovely. Looking out for the sweet and vulnerable. Very admirable.” Fia said sweetly. She looked over to the elf who had brought down the items, then back up at the heavily armored knight, "though I don't think that was the correct thing to say."
Fia Blackfire




“Alright everybody, this is where we part ways. I loved traveling with you. I will not forget you lovelies.” spoke the woman. She wore a red dress, attire normally not thought practical for cross country travel. Yet even so, the woman didn’t appear hindered by it. Wagons and horses parked in a circular position surrounded the woman. A few stood and listened to her speak, while most of the others carried on like nothing was happening. One of the men walking by spoke up.

“You say that every time you leave. You always end up back here.”

“It not my fault we always cross paths.”

“Worry not about it. Just take care of yourself, Fia.” spoke another. An elven man. He put down a hefty sack into one of the carts before looking back at the woman in red. The woman leaned onto one leg, looking intently at the elf. Her face looked softly, but her eyes told a completely different story. She was in contemplation.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to join me. If anyone was to go, it’s you.” said Fia.

“Perhaps another time. There are some things that should remain forgotten.” replied the elf. He turned to walk away, “besides, if you stay here much longer, you’ll be late. They don’t like outsiders lingering for too long.”

“Well then, I’ll be off. I’ll let you know if I find anything interesting.” Fia waved her hand as she turned away from the camp. Her hand was still waving as she walked away, lowering it only after the camp left her view. She was not far from the meeting place, but she misjudged how long it would take for her to get there. Upon arriving at the location, there was evidence people were about. However, with no one there now, it looked like that elf was right, she was late. Still, the expedition didn’t leave too long ago. Perhaps she could catch up.

Several hours later, Fia noticed commotion just off the road, an old house by the river. Several wagons, and horses guided to the stable. The windows glowed as lights started to illuminate the interior. Shadows drifted across the windows as bodies moved across the path of light. There were definitely people wandering that building. Finally, Fia had found them. It looked like they were only starting to settle in, which Fia deduced meant that she wasn’t too far behind.

She was glad she found it when she did. The storm was getting pretty bad, and she was already contemplating having to build a camp of her own. At least now, she could join the others in a stable and dry shelter to let it pass. As rain drenched the solo woman, she marched up to the door. Fruitless wiping off some of the water from her torso, she knocked on the door. And then she promptly opened the door and took a step inside.

“Ha. I’m glad you all didn’t go much farther. I’m not sure how much more of that rain I was going to endure. But I’m here now.” said Fia. As she was speaking, she reach down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, wringing out some of the rainwater that soaked through. She stood up straight as she finished speaking and walked fully inside, letting the door close behind her. Ignoring any bewildered looks, Fia walked up to the fireplace.

“Oh poo. And here I was hoping we could get a nice warm fire going.” Fia crossed her arms in front of the empty fireplace. Bothered by the lack of fire wood, Fia turned around to finally get a look at everyone still lingering the main room. The her face widened as she realized she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Fia. I meant to join you earlier, but ah, I guess I ran a little late. It’s a pleasure to be here, lovelies.”
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