ZB1996

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

I've been working on a post and it's looking to be a little long. I suppose I'll have to split in two.

The Absent King

Welcome back. I'm willing to give Life in Stasis as much time as they need, although I look forward to when it starts up again.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

I was gone for a few days, but now I'm back.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Hexaflexagon
So, you're a hacker?

@Prisk

A hacker for justice, more like.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Prisk

I'm sorry that my post comes off like I want to have him solo, which is something that I'm generally against. All I want is to get my third character introduced, which I wasn't planning on taking long (it would be resolved in my next post), and then rejoin with the rest of those on the same mission.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

_{THE BAR Ezra Malchut Recruits of Doral}

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Ezra felt himself land upon something cold, hard, and damp, a feeling of general discomfort come over him. Worst of all was the great darkness that permeated everywhere, only the dislocator’s vague light giving off any sort of radiance. He took a look around amidst the darkness and realized that he must have been in some kind of bar. His nose took a whiff of the atmosphere, and the smell of cheap spirits was abound, permeating everywhere.

He saw that his companions were there as well. He also saw someone down there who was a stranger to him, who he knew even less of than these two strangers he now was to call his companions. He spoke, and Ezra listened. He apparently worked for the army, and the unpleasant landing here was due to some incompetence about repairs. The important thing, however, was what he wanted. There were three individuals that this spy wanted. Ezra hoped that among them was the individual he wanted.

Ezra wanted to get to work immediately, and he didn’t want any getting in his way if his task did not exactly conform. He had but a single hint, which was only a single letter he had received long ago from an anonymous source. Its vagueness was aggravating, but it had told him to come here, to Doral. Now he was here, and he was going to see this through.

“Well, I’ll be seeing all of you, then,” said Ezra.

And then he left, and no protestations would have stopped him. This place was, just as he had thought, a dive bar, where cheap liquor and spirits were being served. At the bar were men and women sitting upon creaky old dark wooden bar stalls the color of dark chocolate cushioned by a small and thin mattress of a faded white color. Throughout this dive bar were round tables and arm-less chairs of that same color like dark chocolate. The people situated throughout were varied, yet something was in all of them that revealed they belonged there. Many had the look of hardened criminals and convicts and other shady individuals, while others had the look of roving merchants, gunslingers, and drifters and wanderers whose experiences gave them hard eyes.

_{THE FIELDS Jaina Madison Nexus Reactor}

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The guardians had headed to the Reactor, and Jaina gladly followed alongside them. She held her gun in her hands, her fingers a safe distance to the trigger. This atmosphere was foreboding indeed, so Jaina kept a close eye on everything around her, even the faintest movement from dead grass. Nearby, there was the army, who could at least provide a much-needed assistant role for her and the guardians, although in truth the bulk of this mission was to be their responsibility.

Out from the shadows jumped a myriad of Mordrem, their figures obscured from within the darkness. Yet their forms were clearly seen, and their numbers even more apparent, although it was fortunate that they were only of the weaker kind. First the army began their assault upon them, and destroyed them thoroughly enough through their firepower that what remained afterwards were only the remnants which the guardians could dispatch.

The first of the Guardians to launch an assault was Ollie with his bow. Jaina decided that she would naturally follow suit. Holding up her assault rifle to aim, she shot at the darkened figures of the Mordrem, her aim that of a sharpshooter’s. Holes from her bullets emerged within them, and then they fell down to the ground. Soon the battle came to a close, as there appeared no more Mordrem to dispose of.

Now they went onwards, into the Reactor itself. Ollie was the one who opened the door and the first to grace his footing upon the steel floor. Inside there was little light, and darkness seemed to permeate every corner, but Jaina knew nonetheless that they would manage. Her companions were guardians after all. It was not Jaina’s decision what happened next, but she would accept whatever it was.

Summary

In Doral, Ezra arrives. After speaking towards the army operative, Ezra quickly departs, and takes a look at the bar. At the Nexus Reactor, Jaina follows her companions, first shooting up some Mordrem and then arriving within the Reactor.

Caldwell’s Academy- Year 4-The Beginning of the End of an Era……and New Countries!

“Leaving?” Elizabeth said. “Well, this is news to me. Well, whatever. I’ll be seeing you soon, Mystique!”

And for now Elizabeth went running off. She would return in due time, but for now she would make sure of one last thing that needed to be assured before the time of departure and her subsequent withdrawal arrived. She met with that man that she had met long ago, named Miles.

“Ah, Elizabeth,” Miles said. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes, it has,” Elizabeth said. “But no time for that, apparently. I’m leaving.”

“Leaving,” Miles said. “Where?”

“I don’t know,” Elizabeth said. “You figure it out. Gather the others, and make sure they’re taken care of.”

“Well, it’s my job, isn’t it?” he said.

And then Elizabeth went and returned to the front of the Academy and waited for her departure. It had been a curveball for her plans, but in the end it was only a small matter.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Prisk

I fixed the errors for my third character.

The Spirits Within: Oakridge Chronicles

@Prisk
Before I post again, I need to make sure this secondary character is alright.

Secondary Character

_{Rowena Malchut the Sidian
◆ 28 ◆ December 31 ◆ 5’11 ◆ Adventurer}

_{◆ A P P E A R A N C E}

Rowen’s hair is long, spiraling downward until the near end of her back, its appearance wild and unkempt but far from scruffy or dirty, its color is brown. Her lifestyle has endowed her with a slim and muscular figure throughout her body. For a woman, she is tall.

_{◆ I D E O L O G Y}

Raised in the wastelands of the Dark Lands filled with destruction, Modrem, and depravity since she was abandoned as a child, Rowena has developed apart from what is called the acceptable, the proper, or the norm. In this respect she has developed into something of an enigma, or perhaps that is only true when compared to areas outside of the Darklands.

She is boisterous and animated, with a personality that is filled with energy. She is not afraid to shout, but there is the need, and tends to keep the volume of her voice at a medium level. In general personality she is very forthcoming and direct, never shying away from her true opinion on things in spite of societal sensitivities. Thus she can come off of overbearing and rude, although in the less civilized Darklands this hasn’t stopped her from making friends.

She holds strongly to the personal doctrine of individualism and individual freedom. In doing so, she declares that she shall never have her life surrendered to another, unless it is in the heat of battle. In her hatred of rules and controls, she despises the rules of the lands beyond the Darklands, as their aim is to force people like herself into surrender and subjugation. The only good part of civilization is the riches it offers, which Rowena appreciates very much.

Her reason for fighting is mostly for material gains and for her very survival, although she prefers it to the normalized life of regular civilization. Violence and adventure gives her a kind of thrill which a schedule and job cannot.

_{◆ B A C K G R O U N D}

Rowena is the daughter of Aeon Malchut, the man who became a hero and one of the greatest Guardians, and Margaret Robins, the woman he once loved. She is of mixed ethnicity. Her childhood was happy enough, but it was soon enough destroyed by the Calamity. The first memory Margaret still has is of her father abandoning her and her mother, leaving them to die at the hands of Mordrem. Her mother died, but she did not, and with solely her instinct, natural intellect, and a humble kitchen knife she slew her first Mordrem.

On that day her life had changed forever, and never again would peace be known to her, and soon she would no longer wish for it. She survived the Calamity, yet her world was plunged into darkness. She lived in the Dark Zone, and that being no place for children, her childhood ended. She was forced to adapt to her environment, and she learned how to fight and how to scavenge. Years spent inside the Dark Zone away from the remnants of civilization irrevocably changed her.

She became an adventurer who had a contempt for rules. She visited many places, and managed to survive out in the Dark Lands, slaying all who would seek to kill her, whether they be Mordrem, gangs, aggressors, fanatics, or husks. Although she prefers the wild and lawless lands to that of the cities ruled by government, she visits both, and has spent her life traveling, fighting, and learning various languages. As a youth she realized she had control over the power of spirits, and she uses aspekts to augment her strength, but she remains an almost exclusively physical fighter, and uses her single spirit, Timaeus, in only dire emergencies.

_{◆ W A R F A R E}

Rowena wields a rather plain sword with a handle of leather and blade of normal yet firm steel. Nothing fancier is thought to be needed. [◇]

_{◇ Timaeus [ Holy ] A bright wave of light appears from Rowena’s palms and lunges forth wherever she targets, dealing heavy damage..}

_{◆ A S P E K T S}

_{◇ Lancer
◇ Sentinel
◇ Adept
◇ Fanatic}

Caldwell’s Academy- Year 4-The Beginning of the End of an Era……and New Countries!

Elizabeth was standing outside of a shop, half its wood still laying upon the ground. With a wave of her hand magic appear from her hands, and Elizabeth began a slow process of reversing the destruction, and thus bringing about rejuvenation. The procedure was slow and dull, but its methodology was sound. It involved the forces of earth and air, the two elements which Elizabeth was skilled most at.

“That impressive,” said the maid Ruth, who often aided her.

“Well, I’ve been at this sort of thing for a while,” said Elizabeth.

“Naomi’s been practicing at this thing – magic – for a while too,” said Ruth, referring to the other maid to which Elizabeth was close to. “They say she has great potential.”

“I’m not so surprised,” Elizabeth said. “Now that I’m done here, there’s something I need to do at the Academy. Why don’t you come with?”