The Grey Dust

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Campgrounds.
Interacting with: Satilla.

Why a Cosmic soul,
Wants not pleasures of the flesh,
A hearth of cold coals.

"Well I do not take well to felines, it should best remember." An obvious tone of both obnoxiousness and haughty superiority. He seemed to gaze down on them. Standing with his ridiculously high collared robe, with the attitude equivocated to some stern tenured university professor. Was this not the boy who had asked to be her student? Now he was here telling her off like some annoyed pedantic scholar? Unlike wizards, who learned how to harness magic through vigorous study, or warlocks who made deals with entities, or priests who somehow call upon the divine plane, Sorcerers were far more mercurial. IT was in their nature, in their blood, they embodied the elementals barely contained. If a wizard was a trained warrior, studied under an institutionalized regiment, and warlocks were sly merchants who bartered their favours to the top, to which the priests were often no better, it was the Sorcerer which was the rampaging beast caged and waiting to be released. The sorcerer was a barbarian with an axe, a frenzy of energy contained in a vessel unworthy of the truth of its fury.

And imagine it, that Thomas was the thin wall of flesh between the world, and whatever it was that empowered him to be what he was. Was it the burning supernova of a sun? Or perhaps the gravitational pull of a massive moon? The dire radiance of the forgotten stars? Another universe was inside him, tiny galaxies swirling away in his veins. A cosmic soul, set into flesh, stolen from the heavens which plot to return their lost brethren to the place beyond the rim. Perhaps he was right to view others as lesser beings in this right, for they were lesser in such respect. And perhaps in the same logic, they were superior to him stronger, faster, smarter, wiser, and perhaps best of all saner. Yes, Thomas would never be conscious of his changes, but there was always the subconscious which routed him to prefer his Sun phase. Yet it was the conscious thought towards meditation which would focus his attunement, and Star Phase preferred Star Phase.

"The leaves are alleviating the sweltering fever, the heat of the campfire however..." Trailing off as he pointed at a root vegetable and willed it closer to him. The invisible hand which lifted from is resting place, what would seem ghostly to some, psychic to others, was merely magic. A mage hand worn around his neck, tucked underneath his robe, made it possible to perform this basic cantrip. And while Solar or Lunar Thomas would probably just pick up the foodstuff like a regular person, Stellar Thomas would never dreg himself so low when magic allowed him such a convenience. And now what would he do before Satilla? Inspecting his tuber like a seasoned farmer would, or rather more like a scholar reading a manuscript. He was hungry, but he had no appetite. Words would far better a meal than whatever that ridiculous excuse for a culinarian could ever dream of making, for knowledge was power, and power is delicious.

"Come. I wish to learn more about herbology from you." Wait Thomas isn't it a bit late? What is late for a man who walks amongst the stars? It was hardly an invitation but a statement short of a demand. Was this Thomas? Either way he had seemed drop the root nearby Skittles, letting it fall suddenly perhaps as an attempt to warn the cat? Next time perhaps it shall be a meteor... If he could get that spell right.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Right as Rain.
Six I think should flip over sometime tomorrow around noonish?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I will get a post up tomorrow :P

Trying to think of how I want this interaction to go :I

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. The Sixth Sick sheik's third sheep suddenly dies. The sheep formerly known as the sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep is now known as the sixth sick sheik's fifth sheep, however nothing has been done regarding its illness, and the sixth sick sheik fails to procure an adequate replacement for the position of sixth sheep.

I wish for a breakfast of my choice to be made available to me anytime and anywhere.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

More fire = more fun :D!

You can burn more orc corpses with more fire :D!

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Campgrounds.
Interacting with: Skittles, Satilla.

Mrow?
Mowwww.
Maooooooo.
Meow, Meow!
An Annoyance.

Somehow even in his isolation, though not a bastion of frozen crystals, this thing has breached his mental fortitude and recalled him from his cosmic enlightenment. Ears could no longer bear the incessant cat calls, nor could the flesh ignore the weight of the furry creature sitting on his lap. Eyes cracked open, breaking apart hastily as the pallor of topaz stared into the cat's own. A twisting grimace curled his lips and furrowed into his brow, disgust crossed itself with fury breeding forth contempt. Yet as his hands reached out to grab the little devil by the neck and wrangle it, the faster Skittles reacted in time to leap off and start dashing away from the enraged mage.

Had Thomas been in any state but this one, he may have shouted after the fleeing familiar, but Star Phase was all the wiser to know it would neither listen nor reply back. As such there was little interest in speaking rather than chasing, as his mortal coil could carry his stellar soul. Chasing to chastise the cat, yet it took a dash straight towards its owner, into the campfire of the others, to which the scents of the meal before them allured the feeble needs of the body. Hunger, thirst, desire, all three cardinal sins for the stoic stars, but perhaps even they in their cold uncaring way, longed for something more than just being. Perhaps just like how they wished their brother back, they too sought unity. For in the vastness of space, solitude is forever.

"Your accursed feline accomplice has disturbed my concentration." A voice and lexicon far from his previous tone with Satilla. Strange, although perhaps she would notice the subtle changes in both his temperament and personality. From the shy uncertain boy, to the cold and arrogant scholar. It was an affect of his phases, changing the mercurial moods, ever shifting as the moon, and twinkling as the stars. Yet perhaps he would do well to return to the Sun Phase, his preferred state for he was far more like the old down-to-earth farmboy he was. "It is difficult to focus on the heavens with such infernal racket."

And perhaps now would be a good time to help prepare a meal? Although Thomas was fairly certain he'd stick to the veggies.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Edge of the Campgrounds.
Interacting with: The Stars?

Waiting for the light. The clouds parting high above, flitting through the filter of the canopy, and traveling the darkest void of space. The longest expanse, the coldest and darkest too, and yet lit by the myriad of cosmic lights. It was under that light which Thomas would bask, like a cold-blooded lizard in the brilliant sunlight to warm its scales, or a wolf to the moonbeam. And come night, may the stars, his brethren come to soak him in their power. For before dawn, they may very well slit our throats, and it was unwise to be unarmed. A wizard without his spells was useless in a battle, and moreso Thomas cared not to keep in the company of those with their earthly tethers. They who kept their feet planted and minds bound, while the spirit longed to return to its place in the sky. Focus, purge through the fever which is merely a nuisance of flesh. Discard the flesh, let it melt away, melt it off under the brilliance of your inner light...

Push through the sound of incompetent fools. Unworthy animals, lesser creatures destined to die. Let them not distract your focus, keep keen on the thoughts of your spell. Let it shape your form, your will, your being. Release that your blood contains, return the power to where it must go. Use it punish those who would interrupt your enlightenment, those who threaten your concentration. Let them feel the burning pain of light upon their weak and putrid flesh. Destroy them, you do not belong with them. You belong with us, we are your kin, and by our light, you shall be enlightened. Listen to us, Brother, we the Stars shall guide you to your destiny...

Deeper and deeper,
Like the promise of power,
The well is empty.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. Moments before your death, you will realize the set of events will ultimately lead to your death and by that time it will be to late to prevent your death, unless of course you don't happen to die by some supernatural forces at which you will continue to live until the next series of events to trigger your timely death arrives and you have another epiphany prior to you death about your death. Also, 5... 4... 3... 2...

I wish I had more creativity.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I'll try and see if I have enough material to make a decent post ^^;

Thomas is currently antisocial :P

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. You now have a golf putter which bears the name of "Bucephalus"

I wish I thought of a better way to corrupt the last wish.