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Friday, November 7th, 2003
4:17 am
[karanlikmelek]
And now for an interruption in your regularly scheduled posting:
(( *Taptap* This thing still on? Does it need a shove to get moving again, or is it grounded? I'm kinda tempted to write up a post for Krau, or NPC in a minor badguy sort, or something.. But I don't know if I should.. ))

Current Mood: bored
Thursday, October 9th, 2003
1:23 am
[karanlikmelek]
[ Sorry this took so long.. ]
Scene: A cloaked individual approaches Krau and proposes the selling of the modron, and now is where it will pick up.

"Wanna buy it?"

---

The tengu was quiet, considering the stranger, along with whatever it was he was selling.

---

He is a cloaked stranger who reeks of the woods and his eyes slightly glitter as an elves do, a rather dark green in color.

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Krau was suspicious, however he was still considering it. Considering whether or not he could use it in his show or not. As to the stranger's looks, he had simply shrugged it off -- seen weirder kinds, although the forest-smell is strange.

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Krau feels as though he has taken a look straight through him. The stranger blinks a bit, eye brow raising slightly. "Interesting." He looks Krau up and down. "Kinda crowded in there isn't it?"

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Adon's gone quiet, leaving Krau to himself. While our feathered friend, on the other hand, is giving the stranger a rather odd look in return to that given him.- "Very very. Crowds unnerve, they do." -Sliding easily into the accent -- not a norm for him.

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"Heh heh, indeed. Say, give me 10 gold and the things yours," the stranger proposes.

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Eyeing the thing, now, Krau grimaces slightly. "Make it 5. 's broken, it is."

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"Haha, let me buy you a drink." He walks to a stool, the ground creaks as he walks.

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Scowling a tad, 'though not declining, Krau follows. Not paying much attention to the creaking -- the voices in the bar override it.

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"Order anything you want and if it's worth more than gold bars your outta luck" he grins slightly.

An incoming drunk falls their way, although a right hook on his part knocks the man to the counter. "Don't damage the merchandise." When the man does not respond, he laughs, "Well he's gonna be sleeping well," then shrugs.

As the punch flies, it reveals his arm but moving so fast it couldn’t reveal much. He would appear humanoid, either human or elf. With shades of green in his skin and with good muscle tone too.

"So what would you like to drink my friend? Well, I'll order mine first." He murmurs something to bartender and the bartender takes from under the table a small barrel and pours a green substance from it into a mug.

---

Krau watches the happenings warily, eyes narrowed and more than ready to take to his heels if the exchange of punches is going to become an all out brawl -- couldn't afford to have his pretty face hurt, after all, who wants an ugly bard? When it did not escalate, however, he eased his way to the bar, and takes a spot on a stool. Yellow eyes turned down toward the fallen drunk, before snapping back up to the bar -- shifting to the stranger a moment, then back. "Jus' ale's fine," he mumbles in response to the much asked question of what he'd like to drink.

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"Ah, the cheapest ale in the house for this fine gentlemen here!" he said with a noticable grin.

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Krau simply scowled and didn't say a word -- he looked rather jittery, and was glancing from side to side at the other patrons now and then.

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One good long draught finishes his drink. "So, what makes you think this trinket is broken?" he asks.

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Krau peers at the thing again. "S'not movin', is it? S'not -clean- either. And it does? It does what?" The last word was something of a croak.

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"Ha ha," well after you finish you drink we can take a good look outside," he examines the other's in the bar.

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Krau, apparently, hadn't noticed the drink had been brought to him, and lifted it to sip at. After a few minutes, it was hastily downed -- tasted like piss, 'though he currently would rather just get -out- than complain. "Show, show, show it, yes?"

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"Ah let me lead you the way," he says, and grabs the bag with the 'merchandise.' He clears his throat and locals clear a path for the cloaked man. He walks steadily out.

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"Yes, yes." Krau stood, a tad bit, or perhaps more than a tad, curious by that display, before following after, taloned feet leaving shallow furrows in the wooden floor.

Krau follows him out of the bar, not -too- quickly, but not particularly slow, either. Adon was whining in the back of his head -- bringing up a few concerns. Like, oh, why'd the room clear so easy for the stranger? But Krau shushed his surya 'companion' into silence -- perhaps the man were well known there, perhaps he was some local authority, he didn't know, and, while curious, he didn't think it very important.

---

He continues until they reach a open area with a moderate amount of lighting only two exits. A stone building to their right and another to the left.

"Ah, by the way, we've been followed. How good are you in battle?" He asks with a small grin, as he glances beyond krau and see 3 orcs. A glance beyond the cloaked stranger reveals 2 more orcs.

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"We try not to fight, no. Not good." Glancing back and resisting the sudden urge to run like the hounds of Hades were on his heels. Or rather, fly. That was, perhaps, a third exit -- one the other had overlooked. There was enough space overhead. But the Tengu did not, rather, half-turned toward the would-be-assailants. He had fallen into a half crouching stance, arms raised a bit, ready to ward off any blows. His lips were pulled back in something of a grimace.

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"Hey... DUCK!!!" he shouts, suddenly.

---

Krau did so.

---

The stranger bows to the ground quickly and grabs a handful of dirt, and then raises it up to the sky, as if he were trying to rend it with his hands like claws, multiple iron blades materialze and slash at the three orcs, eviserating them all. The two remaining orcs are taken aback. "Caught them on suprise," he grinned.

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Our not-quite-so-brave feathered friend would rather pointedly be skittering the other way, talon-fingered hands crossed over the back of his neck. You just don't -stay- when there are seemingly very real and very flying blades in the air behind you..

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"Oh crap," he states. Only now do the two human archers come into sight, having been some distance behind the orcs, their bows raised and ready.

He throws his cloak up into the sky and distracts the two orcs on his side, and rushes at them, quickly stabbing the vitals with what seemed to be thorns protruding out of the forearms. He stood tall at 5'11, wearing elven garb and other assortments that seem to be made out of leaves or plants of the forest.

---

Krau, rather shortly, found that his retreat was blocked by two humans. He found this because he had near ran right into one, before the other'd even knocked an arrow to the bow. The Tengu's first reaction? Emit a rather birdlike squawk from his seemingly human throat, and proceed to claw at whomever it was he'd run into..

---

With the two assaults occuring at the same time, the final human was too stunned to fire.

The cloaked man's appearance could now be seen: brown hair with tints of forest green, a face half covered by that hair and contorted with a menacing fury, a slender build, wearing a tunic with leaves covering it, trouser's with the ends ragged, and no shoes at all. Thorns pointing out from the forearm and elbow, he rushed the final assailant.

---

Such a civilized brute he'd managed to become acquainted with, no? The Tengu had finally distangled himself from the human whom he had run into, leaving bloody scratches and torn clothing in his wake, along with more than a few loose feathers. Apparently in the little fray, he had lost his human guise -- a beak replaced the better part of his face, human features replaced by corvid. Black feathers, a ruff of white along the back of the neck -- currently on edge. Near as soon as he was off, he began with the second option that came to mind -- hissing something past that corvid beak. To most eyes, nothing would have changed, however, to the archer things had -- the illusion was for his eyes only, and quickly took a firm grip upon his mind. And whatever it was he saw then, his worst fear revealed to him, made him shriek like a little girl, and bolt in the opposite direction..

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"Damnit all," he curses, taking a dive as he does another blades attack. The man retreating loses his head and legs, and the torso is torn in half.

"This had better be worth it," he grumbles as he gets up in a roll and kicks the final attacker in the jaw, rendering him unconcious.

He looks down on the man and shrugs. "So, how are you?" The hooded fighter inquired.
"You don't like killing do you? These stupid humans were trying to pick off whoever was left
I would have gotten them anyway, oh well." Noting the tengu's apparent disgust with the bloodshed, he continues: "Don't be afraid, mostly all of these guys had bad intentions."

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Krau's feathers were ruffled and on end, and the the corner of his mouth -- the fleshy part just beyond the beak -- was curled into a distasteful expression. "No, we do not." No answer to the first question. As to the rest, the birdman shrugged, large feathery wings twitching slightly with the movement. At the mention of bad intentions, however...

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"Oh, ha I can see the intent of a heart. I have that power. By the way your fine, actually you have two of them. It's funny that way since both are good, even though one's more like a kid though."

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..bird's head tilted to the side, one amber eye focusing unblinking upon the other. "They had, they had? Did they? ... We don't find it funny, no." Expression shifting back into a distasteful look. He was a bit confused by the man's speech..

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"Maybe I seem ruthless to you... Let me explain. These guys were trying to rob us and in response I killed them, isn't that justified? You think these orcs haven't killed good people before? Someone like you? Because those humans obviously had." He steps over to the remains of the dismembered human. "This here," he picks up a dagger, "would have cut your throat."

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"Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps, perhaps not. We aren't 'good people,' by the by. We aren't. 'Scum,' most say." Wings ruffled again, and the Tengu's form began to shift back into one more human -- 'though a disgusted expression was still worn on his face..

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"This is a special dagger that signifies you are part of one of the many order or guilds. Most likely a violent one to say the least, they were probably after my little toy." He looked pointedly at the tengu, "Meaning they would have killed you if I sold it to ya but they're dead now and you have no worries."

"Hell, you can have the thing, this was worth it," he says while he rummages through the belongings of the humans and takes the gold. He sings a small chant and the humans remains phase through the ground.

"Meh, same thing as burying, even though it still leaves blood stains. The guy happened to choose the wrong lifestyle and see the wrong things but anyways.
Ask me any questions you want."

He then walks over and loots the remains of the orcs, still talking as he does: "Nasty buggars these are, evil to their core. Must have been travelling thugs." He pauses a moment and sighs, "Used too much energy today."

He continues, speaking in a lower tone as though to himself, "Should I? I need to, well he can't leave anyway, hrm, might as well.."

---

The Tengu simply watched him, having fallen silent. Curious? A tad. Wary? A tad more..

---

"Hehe, oops, guess ya heard that..." He walks straight up, face to face with the tengu, the thorns fully retracted by now. "So, ask me anything ya want. I can't let ya leave here not hearing the full story of me, I don't need any crusaders after me or any dumb idiot's looking for a gift of immortality."

When the tengu didn't answer, he continued, "Lemme take a step back and give ya a little space. Oh yea, I advise you not to make a story out of this," he says, stepping back with a wink. "No songs either, hehe."

"Wish you had killed that human though." He continued after a moment, "Nice mind trick you got or something like that. If they weren't archer's, I bet ya would have flied out of here
I would of have to have wrangled ya though, well probably not."

---

Krau simply stared at him as he rambled on, before saying, rather abruptly; "We don't want immortality," Whatever had that been about? And.. the Tengu'd already backed down some paces, on his own. "So, what are yew, then?" About the songs, no promises there. He was ignoring the compliment and.. threat, however.. at least for the moment.

"Well, hrm..." he paused as though to think about it, "I'm what you would call a fused being, part plant and human. I live for life but in payment I have to slay other living being, hence the killing. WHOOPS!" He covered his mouth, before grinning and explaining, "I mean evil beings. Hehe, I don't kill good people but, I can't let everyone going off and seeing me. There are a bunch of quacks out there, trying to make me into a potion or stew for some rich idiot."

"By the way, my names Rauko. The locals call me Raa," he stated, with yet another grin, although it fell after a moment and he said, suddenly; "Oops the other guy's waking up." And then he walks over to the slightly moving human. His left hand grabs the throat and right hand covers the mouth. The human's whole body gives a slight struggle, but gives after a moment and falls limp.

---

"Mmhm.." One talon-finger raised to the Tengu's now-human-lips, as he considered the other, one corner of his lips quirking up slightly as though amused. This was before his attention turned to the man on the ground, at which point that smile would fade and.. a few more steps would be taken away. Watch, but keep a distance..

---

Rauko removes his hands and steps back. "Ehem, well before I explain another part of me... explain what you are because you sure aren't a normal tengu, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Hrm?"

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"We are what we are. And why wouldn't we be?" He watched this Rauko warily, before shrugging slightly. "We are currently Kraukanakat. Or 'Krau' if that's too long for you."

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"Like long names do you?," he said jokingly. "I haven't said mine in awhile."

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"It's custom, we didn't choose it." The tengu replied, a might testily.

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"Well, most people I meet I'd rather not learn the names of, but well. Ehem," his voice clears and becomes more stern, but calm, and deep but calm he says: "I am Rauko Airo Aiocrov. I am of many, but am one. I follow that which lives and continue the ever going cycle."

He then goes back into his usual jovial and whimsical self. "I fare with the good, but some factions disagree with me, and the townfolk look the other way."

---

"We see." Would be all the Tengu said to that. So overdramatic! He gave a bob of his head, however, the corner of his lips curling slightly. "Well met, we think. 'though.. ah.." Eyes shifted to the bodies, and taloned feet carried him a half-pace away, ".. interesting circumstance.."

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"So, basically I kill evil things to sustain my own living I hate to admit it but, that's what I do but all things devour something else to live eh? You eat fruit, it just so happens the fruit eats them now," he says, scratching head. "Well I shouldn't put it that way... Don’t be afraid. I'm looking to leave this place though, I can't disrupt the balance too much or stay in one place too long."

"So, Anything else you would like to say?"

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Krau considered a moment, before cracking a somewhat.. wary grin. "S'y'll give us t'broken toy, yes?" Well, that -was- what it had been about..

---

"Ah, you want a demonstration," he noted with a nod. Rauko took it out of the bag shook it a bit before placing it's contents on the ground. "Ya see, it's um, a drone or whatnot
it can do simple tasks." The thing twitches every now and then.

---

"Can it... what does it do?" Krau bent over and poked at the thing with a talon-finger.

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"Dunno how such a nifty thing lasted this long though," Rauko stated, idly.

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Krau dropped into a crouch near the metal thing, poking it again, curiosly. "Hmm. Perhaps it can be useful, yes?" He addressed it, rather than Rauko..

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"Well consider it a gift of friendship. It doesn't look like a war machine so I think you'll like it." He paused a moment, "You could polish it if you like."

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"Yes, we could. Mm. Mm. MM. Good. We'll take it." Oho but it could be made shiny, could it not? Krau -liked- shiny things -- what corvid wouldn't? Scooping up the little thing in an arm and standing, the Tengu grinned. "We thank you, we do, for this wondrous gift!"

---

"Ya know I just realized one of my powers," he said with a laugh (rather out of the blue).

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"Hm?" Krau murmured, head tilting to the side, viewing him through one eye, then the other. A birdlike mannerism.

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Rauko grabbed a handful of dirt, fused energy into it, focused and produced one very shiny shiny coin. He grinned. "Of course that isn't worth money, but it's really shiny!"

---

Krau stopped. Krau stared. Krau's jaw would drop just a tad. Shiny..

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"As long as you have it on you, it will keep it's form. Don't try to trade or sell it, I'm not specialized in that magic anymore and it takes a bit out of me to create one. It can help you in a tight situation if you ever run into one; just throw it in the air and scream 'sanctuary' and it will cover you with a iron shield for about five minutes, a whole dome." He paused for a breath. "But you have to keep it on ya if you want it to last, or else I have to keep re-energizing it." He then smiled and said: "Enjoy."

---

Kraukanakat's jaw snapped shut, eyes snapping up to the man, and a more reverent bob-nod offered as he took the thing and clutched it to his chest. "Yes yes. Thankyou kind sir!"

---

Rauko went and picked up his cloak, which he donned once again. "Well it seems you have not much reason to fear me anymore.. Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask now," he paused, then continued, "Would you like a traveling partner? I can protect you from various things and creatures andI can help you with tricks of all sorts."

---

Our feathery dear had shifted to sit on the ground, staring at the.. shiny.. thing. And purring, of all things. Of course, Adon was in the back of his mind, asking 'How did this happen? And that? What's that thing? And this? Why? How?' After a moment, however, Krau shushed the other voice to silence, and glanced back up at this Rauko. "Traveling partner? You? Us? Mmm. You can. You can... Mmm. Yes yes. We would like that, we would." Shiiiineeees, he almost purred again.

---

"Oh yes," he questioned, "there are two of you aren't there? Does the other one speak?"

He didn't wait for an answer before moving on to a different subject, "But let me show you something I reserve only for those who deserve it." Rauko dug out of his pocket a single seed and showed it to Krau.

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Krau frowned, slowly rising to a stand. Cradling both the shiny and the machine to his chest, if a tad awkwardly. "Short? Yes, yes. Sometimes. That is?" He babbled, the words leaving his tongue so quickly they near blurred together.

---

He closed his palm and started uttering chants verses, a bud rose from his palm, next leaves grew, the bud matured, it blossumed into a rose, beautiful and gracious. His palm fully expanded, showing a single rose plant being supported by the roots wrapped about his hand. It seemed as it was glowing.

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Krau watched, curious. Again witht he birdlike peering with one eye, then the other. "That is? That is? What is it?"

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The energy from the spell and from the host made it seem all the more bright and colorful. "They call it a rose, a paticular strain without thorns, defenseless but beauty unadorned with thorns. I am very connected with plants as you see. You have the impulse to pluck it yes? But people never think of a certain point of view..."

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A small nod was offered on the tengu's part -- it wasn't too strong an impulse, but.. "Yes yes?"

---

"..When you pluck a plant, and put it in a vase, you leave it to die a long tiring death. It will leave a beautiful death but a long one at that. You try to preserve something that would be better left living on its own; but if the petals blow off, they can be reborn;
but taken away and placed in a vase, it shrivels and dies..." A swift breeze came and the once gallant flower dissolved to pure life energy, flowing straight into and through Krau. "And that is what it feels like to be alive." The feeling of warmth spread through both souls, tingling, like a mothers caress, a lover's embrace, this is the feeling of living, a laugh, to live, this was the motivation. Rauko smiled gently "Ah we must be going, shall we?"

---

Krau shivered faintly as the stuff hit him, went through him. It was a good feeling, yes, but.. it left one wanting. What -had- that been about, anyway? Amber eyes flicked up to the other, and a small nod was offered. "Y-yes. Going..."


[ Blah. Conjoined. Played out in IMs between me and him *points sodaaffinity-ward* And.. yeah. Sorry this took so long. I had to edit a good deal of it, and since I'm lazy and didn't much know if he'd like me doing -major- editting of his posts, I mostly left them alone. Anyway. Yah.. Um. Yeah. ]

Current Mood: blah
Friday, August 22nd, 2003
11:09 am
[futile]
Modrons (OOC)
This is mainly for sodaaffinity.

Here is the official explanation of what a modron is.

http://www.darkside.gr/guests/add/Planescape/Monstrous_Supplement_008.htm

This crazy person put the entire Planescape Campaign Setting (which I just bought for $15.. a lot less than it's worth...especially since it's out of print) online.

Current Mood: groggy
Wednesday, August 20th, 2003
5:07 pm
[futile]
A few weeks later... ?
Marisol was now living with a kindly family who had taken her in after finding her starving on the streets. She found it kind of ironic.. she felt more comfortable here, more at home.. than she did with her father in the Upper Planes. They fed her supper and talked with her, and made her feel a part of the family. They were poor, yes, but they knew hot to get along.

For the first time in her life, Marisol felt.. weak. She felt dependent. She could not find the answers she was searching for within herself. She turned to her new "family" with her questions, and while they were comforting, they were not particularly knowledgeable in the ways of the world and how it came to be this way.

She lived in her own room in that house. The rest of he family were afraid of that room.. they said there were ghosts that would haunt any who chose to stay there. But she was accustomed to spirits speaking to her, and found that this one was mainly harmless, but troubled. It had directed her to its diaries, which spoke of a long and awful war, in which warlords took the entire city, and everyone suffered under their rule. She supposed that this family was related to those who resisted... though they seemed rather docile now.

After reading and poring over these old diaries with every second of her time she did not spend eating or sleeping, inside of her grew a deep hatred. A hatred for anything that would dare harm an innocent person. She felt with all of her heart she must stop them, but she knew not how. To her, it seemed the whole world was obsessed with death and destruction, and bent on nothing but pain. But she was only one person. She'd read in the stories of these warlords, which were hardly people at all. They had legions of horrible twisted creatures, which carried out their will with deadly force. Even worse than these dark creatures, were the evil clerics that pulled the dead from the ground and had them walk among the living. How could she defeat such an army? How could anyone defeat them?

For now, she thought, the best thing to do is stay with the family, regaining her strength, and find followers who would first, regain the city, and second, manage to put a stop to whatever force was bringing such a darkness upon Amon'tir.

(OOC: Ladidah.. I suck. Pfft)

Current Mood: accomplished
Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
8:49 am
[karanlikmelek]
All roads lead to here...
Riesden was, by far, not the largest city in the network, although it was still fairly large, given many others. It had been built within a high vaulted natural cavern and the spire of its largest cathedral was roughly half a mile high, near touching the ceiling. That cathedral had been built to some god or other, its name had long since been forgotten, although its images still hung upon the walls, carved into the very stone that the building was made from. Something serpentine and sinuous, feathered gold -- or so one would assume, as bits of gilt clung to the edges of carved feathers.

Despite the towering height and relative wealth of the cathedral, as one moved outward away from its spires the city itself showed fewer and fewer signs of wealth. This would lead us to where Kraukanakat sat, in a dimly lit bar located about midway between the outer edge of the city, and the cathedral. Wearing a cheap smile and singing whatever trash the patrons of the place wanted to hear -- hey, so long as he was paid afterwards, what did it matter what he sang? -- as of the moment, what the crowd had asked for was a rather bawdy drinking song, that he was half making up on the spot. The patrons hardly seemed to notice, or care for that matter. It would have been nice, however, had they asked for something a little more whimsical -- then he could have probably made double the coins, if only by cooking up some minor illusion to play along.

After the song was finished, and after a good bit of drunken cheering on the part of the bar's patrons, a few coins were tossed his way. Not enough for his liking. With a sigh, and a slight shift in his position -- sitting crosslegged now, lute cradled to his chest -- the Tengu in human-form started off into another song. Some voice in the crowd had raised to ask it.

We're going to be at this a while, right Krau..? Perhaps a month before, the sound of Adon's childlike voice questioning in his head would have made him jump. Now it simply distracted him and caused for a slightly off tune note. He couldn't respond, not without breaking the song. So he didn't.

I don't like it here, the voice continued, The people here reek. We should leave after this. Can we leave after this? I want to leave after this, Krau.. The Tengu closed his eyes, offering little more than a long-suffering mental sigh in response to the whining of his 'companion.' Today would be a long day, wouldn't it?

---

OOC: Eck. That.. really wasn't that great. Um. Just to show where he is, so far. 'll probably have him leave next time I post.. head in Marisol's general direction >.<;

Current Mood: blah
Saturday, August 9th, 2003
9:55 pm
[futile]
Confused? (OOC)
Check out our website for the storyline and characters.

Any suggestions can be E-mailed to me, or simply mentioned in a response to this entry.

Current Mood: Still tired
8:49 pm
[futile]
So it begins.
Holding tightly to the polearm in her hand, she kneeled down on the ground.. half in shame, and half in disappointment. She had hardly found what she was looking for. Indeed, she was left with more questions than answers.

"Why, Father? Why didn't you tell me?"

The girl had hardly stepped out of the Upper Planes, now she felt stranded in the mortal realm, trapped here by her own confusion. Even if she could return, she knew she couldn't let herself, not until she had banished whatever evils the world was overflowing with. At home, it was perfect. There was no pain, no suffering. No one ever died. But here...

She stared hard at her mother's grave. Her mother was somewhere underground, trapped by wood and dirt and rocks. Marisol had not seen the sun since she left her father's home. She knew no one here, save her mother. Where was she to go now? She didn't understand why she was forced to live in darkness.. why everyone was so cruel to her.

Where was she to go now? It seemed there was no way out of these tunnels... that there were no other cities than her mother's. The only thing she could do was try to find answers through her mother or her father, but none were coming to her.

(Gah. I suck. I'm so out of practice.)

Current Mood: tired
Friday, August 8th, 2003
3:45 am
[karanlikmelek]
Yay for strange charas..
Character Profile

Name: Adon Varuna/Kraukanakat
Gender: Questionable. Physically, male.
Race: Surya/Tengu-host
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 148 lbs
Eye Colour: Amber
Hair Colour: Black and White
Class: Illusionist/musician
Alignment: True Neutral
Faction: N/A
Primary Weapon: Talons on the hands and feet; throwing daggers.
Appearance: Adon Varuna, in it's true form, has no real body or gender. It is light, and little more than that -- a spiritual entity. As it has chosen to wander the physical planes, however, it has come to require a physical body. It chose to possess the body of a Tengu, and thus would be its current appearance. Kraukanakat (the Tengu whom Adon possessed) is fairly tall for one of his species, although is rather slender despite. His bones are hollow, and the majority of his muscles are in his back and shoulders to support his wings. In -his- true form, Kraukanakat is of a humanoid build with massive wings (spanning roughly 16 feet from tip to tip). His head is that of a carrion crow, and there is a ruff of white feathers along the back of his neck, as well as smaller patches of white around either of his eyes and on the inner-side of his wings. The rest of his body is covered in black plumage, save for his forearms, hands, calves, and feet, which are scaled birdlike talons.
His specie are also capable of taking a more human form. In this form, he has slightly narrow facial features, and a hawkish nose. His eyes are almond-shaped, and ringed by dark circles -- feather patterns inversed to give the appearance of ivory flesh with black markings. His 'hair' is actually comprised of numerous shiny jet black feathers, again with a small ruff of white at the base of his neck. The wings are still present, however they are far smaller (a 4' span) and utterly useless for flight, their patterns are also inversed. His hands and feet, also, while of a more human make, bear nails more akin to a bird's talons. His height and weight hardly fluctuate, although his bone structure solidifies.
Kraukanakat's taste in clothing is near the opposite of Adon Varuna's -- liking bright reds and yellows, usually with a preference for form-fitting attire. His Surya possessor, however, prefers loose flowing attire -- usually monochromatic shades of gray and white. On near all instances, however, despite the attire, there will be numerous small daggers hidden on their person, and usually a lute slung over one shoulder.
Personality: Adon Varuna and Kraukanakat are something of a multiple -- being as they are forced to share the same body. Both personalities are somewhat conflicting, and thus it is fairly easy to tell who is 'in' at the moment.
Adon Varuna is fairly naieve. It doesn't understand the world, or anything beyond what it's creator told it. Being a Surya, a light/sun spirit, it wasn't truly required to know much about the physical world, or anything beyond it's duties. Adon, being rather curious by nature, decided it wanted to know more. And thus lead to it's fleeing to the mortal plane.
Kraukanakat, on the other hand, is slightly cynical and more than a bit sarcastic. He likes attention and he likes praise, however he views the majority of the population as being not worth his patience to deal with. He is fairly vain about his appearance, however, and will, on occassion, use his looks to get him what he wants. Before becoming bound to Adon, he had aspirations to become a well known bard.
Abilities: Both contribute to the repetoir of abilities at their disposal. Adon brings a bit of healing magic, as well as a fair number of light-related spells. Kraukanakat contributes his own vast knowledge of illusions and charms.
Background: Adon Varuna was, as mentioned above, was originally created to serve simple functions related to forwarding harmony and balance. One of many children of a distanced god, who simply serve until their light dies and new children take their place. Adon is fairly young for one of it's kind, and as with most young creatures, is inexorably curious. This curiosity had proved rather problematic to it in the past, causing it to raise questions of why it's kind do what they do, why they aren't allowed to interact with physical beings, why, why, why. Eventually, it's curiosity lead it to stray from its duties and leave for the physical planes -- seeking answers.
Enter Kraukanakat, a Tengu aged to the human equivalent of twenty, raised amidst a mixed society who for the most part looked down upon his own tricksy race. Really, rather normal for his kind -- perhaps a tad unique in coloration, as most bare strictly black feathers, while his bore the white patches of a carrion crow, and perhaps a tad sweet of voice, rather than the usual harsh croaking tones of his people (his own voice rather low toned, particularly breathy, and most definately not as grating as is the norm for Tengu); however otherwise perfectly normal. He had aspired, really, to become a musician, spending much of his young life learning to play musical instruments and to sing. He had just set out to make a name for himself, when 'disaster' struck.
Adon landed in the mortal realms, utterly confused and quite unable to interact -- invisible to the eyes of most, silent, and feeling like little more than a light warm breeze to touch. It hadn't known just what to do, particularly when a certain Tengu decided to walk into it. Through it. Some part of it latched on to the demi-human, drew to it and insinuated its way into the other's mind. It, promptly, chose to reside there, finding that it could control the Tengu's body.
Kraukanakat was frightened near out of his wits by this sudden turn, when he began to move without wanting to. Rather suddenly finding that he had taken a backseat in his own mind, and that something bright and childlike had taken the wheel.
... Needless to say, however, the two began to communicate, and have since come to a bargain -- switching back and forth between control. Krau, most definately, was not pleased with the arrangement, however it has since been determined that Adon is seemingly unable to -leave-... This has provided its own host of problems, however the two have since become adept enough at living with each other..

( Blah. Not the best, particularly in the.. Background. But. Yeah. They kinda popped in and said "Play us, play us!" .. Krau's in control more often than Adon is, by the by.. )

Current Mood: caffienated
12:47 am
[sodaaffinity]
Rauko Airo Aiocrov
Alias: Rauko Airo Aiocrov
Played by: SodaAffinity
Height: 5’11’’
Weight: 200 pounds
Eye Color: Green eyes
Hair color: Brown hair with green tints
Race: Human/Symbiotic Hybrid
Class: Druid/mage
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Primary Weapon: Body/Symbiote
Faction: Independant

Backround and Bios/past: A former war priest of the Earth followers, gifted in the magi, he was critically wounded in a battle. He shed all of his armor and took refuge in a hollow tree. To his unknowing he was in a secluded tree shrine to that which resides over life and death. He prayed and with the deepest wish pleaded to the powers to let him live. His will was so strong that the shrine granted his wish. A single fruit appeared, it called and he solemnly ate it whole. The tree groaned and color flushed and so he passed from the conscious world and felt something in himself leave this world. He woke to find himself anew, stronger, and with a new awareness. Inside something was lost, with something different in it’s place. “It is the cycle of life, now walk out and continue the cycle for others my young sapling,” said the shrine tree with its last words. The tree creaked and shuddered, a blinding light came down. Through his mind entered the knowledge and visions of what he must do and was bestowed. He knew was he was, a symbiote of life and death. He knew to continue living, he must enrapture other living beings with his plant and spores. It feasted on him, but only as much as it needed. In return he’d have to consume other living things, continuing the cycle. For his life he would need the life of others. It only fed on spirit energy. He remembered that which was useful from his previous life. Ways to fight, way to get what he needed. He could see the alignment of people so it wouldn’t be wrong, and he could still tap into some of the power that he had back then. He realized he’d need a name, and even that was provided, not knowing what he was saying he spoke his own name for the first time. “I am Rauko Airo Aiocrov, an advocate of life, I live!” Which meant in elvish with the last two words spelt backwards, To continue life eternally, demon. For every blessing there is a curse. Something not everyone learns right away…

Special Attack in lj cut, I’m a guy what can I say?
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Personal Appearance:
Usually in the appearance of a cloak, the only notice difference is that there are green tints in the hair, and the deep seated green eyes.
If you try to notice, you’ll see plants sway when he walks.
Just a cloaked stranger……
A well rounded figure if I must say so, too bad certain things add weight that you can’t see.
Thursday, August 7th, 2003
8:43 pm
[futile]
Character Description
Name: Marisol Aeternus
Gender: Female
Race: Aasimar
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eye Colour: Piercing green
Hair Colour: Golden blonde
Class: Paladin
Alignment: Lawful Good
Faction: Athar (The Lost)
Primary Weapon: Giant Halberd
Background:
Raised by her celestial father, she grew up with a passion to help the less fortunate and right the wrongs of the world. Because of this, she led a very sheltered life which caused her to be innocent and confused once she found herself stranded in the reality. At the age of 16, her mother was slain by a group of wandering Xaositects. At the time, she hardly even understood Death, and she felt confused and betrayed by her father.

She left home, searching for answers, associated by a modron she had named Twitch. It somehow found itself traveling with her after a malfunction in its circuitry. She was surprised at what she found outside of her home: suffering and pain, death and war, so she promised that somehow she would end all conflict and bring peace to the world.

Despite her journeys, she is still ignorant to the ways of the gods, and cannot accept that there are any deities that would dare do mortals harm.

Current Mood: hopeful
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