Don't answer that. If you'd seen what I've seen, you'd be done too.
My name is Hazel Coryli. I grew up in northeast Kyngdom on a small homestead in Frostbone, where life was quiet save for hunters' gunshots and the grunting of caribou. It was a simple enough existence, but I wanted to see what the rest of Kyngdom had to offer. I left with nothing but a traveler's pack and a walking stick when I was sixteen.
Traveling suited me, so I never went back. I kept up with the news over the years, particularly interested in the feud between BIG and FaFA. None of it meant much to me--until I heard what happened in the Labyrinth Lands, and I realized that a new army was rising in Kyngdom.
I'd learned a lot about the Powers while I traveled. When I heard about the beast in the labyrinth--and how it killed Claaws in the ocean--I wondered how Kyngdom could hope to stand with something like that roaming around.
I learned everything I could about the black dragon. The Resistance formed itself around that time, but they weren't interested in what I had to say. Putting all their focus on Catastrophe didn't seem wise to me, so I created my own group--the Elites--to gather information about Jaaws.
Things went well. I got a team assembled. We got into some scrapes, but came out alive. The Resistance allied itself with us--gave us some nice uniforms.
Not too long ago, Jaaws attacked us personally. I was hypnotized, but an elf cured me. We never got to research elf magic, because we had a lead, and we rushed to the Mer flea market to see if Jaaws would show up. But we arrived too late, and the market was in chaos.
We were apprehended by bandits on the way out of the market, and I got separated from Nieke and Trixie. It was a mess. I haven't seen them since, so I have no idea if they're alright. I recently escaped from a pirate ship headed out of Kyngdom, and after several hungry days trekking east across the Barelands, I've entered the Secret Forest.
Hopeless and hungry, I've given up on the Elites. Jaaws is too powerful, I've lost my team, and I have no leads. It would take a miracle for my determination to return. What I need now...I don't know what I need now.
I need to get through these woods.
Bitter and quiet, I pass through misty pines, eyes and ears open for some sign of hope.
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submitted by Hazel C. (December 20, 2019 - 4:17 pm)
Mom, some people Mom knows named Ecio and Ayearth, and I were all heading to somewhere called the Nocturnal. I have never heard of this place, neither did I know why we were heading there. I felt very confused over the last few minutes. Who were Ecio and Ayearth? All I knew was that they were very scary. And one of them was mad at me for being what? A 'sideaffected power'? What was that? An insult? I could scarcely talk through all the confusion and fear of everything. What was going on? And when will I and Mommy go back home and everything will turn back to normal?
Mommy stopped and looked around her surroundings. "I believe we are almost there," said Mom. She and the others started talking about their plan or something like that. I didn't care anymore. Or at least I didn't want to. I tried my best to just sit there calmly and be quiet, but the curiousity kept bubbling inside of me. I stood still for as long as possible and began to speak.
"Mom, what is this? Who are these people? Whats happening? Why am I going to this temple, whatever it is? What's a 'sideaffected power' and why am I one? Who's Jaaws and Demise? What is going on?!" I paused to catch my breath, my brain still confused. The three stared at me in silence, not quite knowing what to say. Then, Mom stepped forward. She made a deep breath and began to answer.
~~~~
You can do whatever you want with the end there. You can either have the explanation, or you can cut it short. It doesn't matter to me.
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submitted by Dusk S., age ????, ???? (December 21, 2019 - 6:48 pm)
Cairan walks in silence behind us for most of the time, which is unusual for him; I would have expected him to have been asking questions long ago. Only when we are nearing the Nocturnal's temple does he finally explode with his questions-
"Mom, what is this? Who are these people? What's happening? Why am I going to this temple, whatever it is? What's a 'sideaffected power' and why am I one? Who's Jaaws and Demise? What is going on?!"
He takes a deep breath, and so do I. It is time I explain to him what I am- what we are.
"Cairan, it's time I tell you the story of the Powers..."
"But you've already told me about the Powers! About how there's six of them, and they're different animals, and they made all this cool stuff in the world!" Cairan pipes up.
"Yes, but I haven't told you the whole story," I say gently. he quiets.
"I have told you that the Power of Hoof is a unicorn; I have not told you the unicorn's name," I say. His eyes open wide, almost comically.
"Cairan, the Power of Hoof is a unicorn named Sylvia," I whisper. He opens his mouth, but I continue before he can.
"The Powers had sideaffects; bad sides of their power, embodied in different animals."
"But I-"
"I know, Cairan."
"So then.." he looks around at Ecio, at Ayearth. "They.. are Powers? Your brothers??"
"Yes," I reply. "Now, Jaaws was a sideaffacted power, and a very bad one. Jaaws is evil, and wants power. Demise... is very mysterious, and they have teamed up with Jaaws.
"And now, we are going to a temple... where my sister, the Power of Howl is."
"The winged wolf?"
"Yes." I look up and see a sliver of the temple up ahead, and a few figures darting around. "Her name is Lunee."
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submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown (December 22, 2019 - 1:46 pm)
These woods seem to go on forever. I'm awed by the age and size of its trees, and its wildlife is so diverse. A certain air of magic hovers subtly in the mist.
Being here, alone, is refreshing. With no shortage of food and firewood, my days here have been like a dream. My strength and resolve have returned.
Having entered from an unpopulated side of the woods, I have been unable to find any roads or pathways. Instead, I've been trekking along game trails, steadily making my way southeast over hills and hills of dense, foggy woods. I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched, which intrigues me: Rarely have I ever felt the 'eyes' of a forest so keenly. It makes me wonder--what might the depths of the Secret Forest be concealing?
This is the most vibrant, living place I have ever been in. Even the tiniest sprouts seem to be more healthy and secure than those in any garden I've visited. The colors are vivid; the air is fresh; it seems to nourish everything it touches.
The change is almost imperceptible. Does it grow stronger the deeper I probe? I begin to grow excited; my heart takes on a new rhythm, beating like an ancient drum. The longer I stay, the farther I walk, the more this feeling increases, and I find my feet drawn into the mist.
Was it hope I sought? I have found something else entirely. Something as inexplicable as life itself...
----------
I imagine the woods are thriving since Sylvia's been here so long.
The plan is for Hazel to come upon the Powers/Jaaws at some point, if that's okay. Sybill mentioned Crystal escorting her to the Nocturnal? [Hazel does have a Cypher.]
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submitted by Hazel C. (December 23, 2019 - 12:51 pm)
By the way, Crystal has learned to speak the human language from being in the Nocturnal so long. Crystal is a snow bunting with frost powers. She's one of the Head Priests of the Nocturnal.
Crystal~~
It's been a while since I've come home, to the Temple and my people. Head Priest Seze had contacted me, telling me that Kosomi and Sancta were retrieving the Power and its Guardian.
The woods have been more alive than ever these past few years. It must have something to do with the return of Lunee and her lesser siblings.
As I fly quietly through the trees, I spot a girl. She's no member of the Nocturnal, that much I am certain of. And yet... I feel as if I recognize her. I realize I have seen her once, during my time in the Resistance. Hazel Coryli, if I remember correctly. Leader of the Elites-- a group researching Jaaws. A noble cause, if I do say so myself.
I land gently on a tree branch. Her feet sink gently into the mist-covered grounds. She's awfully close to the Temple. And yet, I do not think I shall chase her off. Her knowledge on Jaaws is something I would like to keep in the Archives. I'm certain Lunee may enjoy her presence as well.
"Travel no farther," I tell her. "You may come with me, if you should wish to stay in a safe place and sleep in a real bed, Hazel Coryli."
~~~
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submitted by Sybill, age ????, Kyngdom (December 30, 2019 - 8:14 pm)
A sweet, unearthly voice rings softly down from a branch above me. I am startled for a moment as I realize it comes from a snow bunting. Should I be surprised? Anywhere else, perhaps I would be. But not here.
"You may come with me, if you should wish to stay in a safe place and sleep in a real bed, Hazel Coryli."
Wonderment fills my expression as she extends the invitation. "Thank you for your kindness," I answer respectfully, without hesitation. "I would be honored."
With a dip of her head, the snow bunting alights and leads me deeper into the misty forest. A thrill runs down my spine: I can hardly wait to see what's at this forest's heart.
"I am Crystal," she introduces herself.
As we travel, a question comes over me. "How do you know my name?"
I haven't spoken my own name aloud in these woods. The only conclusion is that this bunting is part of a larger picture: She has traveled, at the very least. Is there something familiar about her? Well, I've seen many snow buntings in my lifetime. Still, her accent rings a faint, distant bell.
"You are with the Elites, no?" she returns with only a swift glance back.
Awed, I reply with a yes. Are we really so well-known? A sting enters my heart, however, as I realize that my answer should have been no: I am not with my Elites. Will I ever be with them again?
I ponder these things as we travel along an invisible path. I get the sense that many beings have passed through this part of the woods.
A change overcomes the forest that I cannot explain in words: Each shadow holds a mystery, and every tree a story, and it seems to me that time has left this place untouched.
At this point, Crystal stops me, lands on a branch just in front of my face, and begins to provide an explanation to the place we are about to enter...
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submitted by Hazel C. (December 31, 2019 - 10:09 am)
There is no trackway, no cave, no sheild of invisibility which can hide completely from watchful eyes, and in this case the eyes were golden-brown and belonged to a man stooping over a human track. BIG had attached him to Hazel soon after the flea market. He was a strange man; his eyes were set a litle too far apart and his mouth was a little too big, and his skin looked rather baked, spotted here and there with warts. But there was some light of something like conviviality in his weird eyes, and his hunched back seemed more aged than villainous, though he was only forty years old.
He heard voices ahead. A sort of twittering one he thought belonged to an owl, and the other belonging to his prey. He crouched on all fours, becoming even more hunched, then crept through the shadow of some dark pines. It was not an owl; it was a bunting. He gritted his teeth slightly; he hated birds. He often had nightmares of terrible things with blood-dripping wings breaking through his roof and ripping him apart on his bed.
The bird was leading her on through the forest now, talking to itself sometimes. The forest seemed to close in about him as they went on like the jaws of some immense trap. He felt uncomfortably not-alone. He was sure to be as quiet as a mouse, engaging the sound-deadening magic he had in a machine at his belt. It wouldn't work for more than twenty-four hours, he knew.
At last they came to another standstill. The bird was talking. He caught the words "Nocturnal... Powers... Redbird... Spirit of Luni..."
He fumbled with his radio and quickly sent his coordinates with the coded message "Followed hazel into forest, bird telling her about luni, Powers. danger proceed with caution". They moved onward more slowly and he followed them closer, now half his original size and nearly bounding on all fours, diminishing until he became a reasonably large toad wearing a white heatsuit, cryptic among the thicker underbrush.
~
I hope you like this, makes for more conflict. Jaaws has been putting out tentacles too, and getting Luni awake, though the Powers do not know it, will be a race against time. A quote from the Bog & Burrow Inn: "There's no free lunch."
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submitted by Xaopve, age 17, Idea Farm (February 24, 2020 - 4:06 pm)
So I just read through these pages, and I’m all caught up. Would it be awkward if I was to add a new character, in this story/thread? Or is it only for OG characters, and powers who already fit in the Nocturnals? Thanks!
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submitted by Jasper K (December 28, 2019 - 8:20 am)
You can add a new character, as long as you can fit them in well. Would a priest work? They would already be working in the Nocturnal and would know what's going on.
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submitted by Night Whispers (December 28, 2019 - 1:17 pm)
Should I RP here even though Trixie isn't with any of the people already on this thread? She probably won't start looking for Hazel (sorry!) her first priority will be the Shield. Maybe she could run into Hazel and have to tell her about the Shield?
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submitted by Trixie W. @Hazel (January 8, 2020 - 4:32 pm)
Ciaran walks behind me in stunned silence, now more afraid of Ecio and Ayearth than before. I now feel I shouldn't have given him all of that information at once... but I knew he had to know the truth about me being a Power at some point. Perhaps it's best this way.
We whisk through the woods, not speaking, listening to the forest's own song, out own thoughts forming the lyrics. We watch the temple looming closer and closer in the distance. It's a diffcult concept to wrap my mind around; I am about to meet my sister again, for the first time in so long I couldn't even begin to count the days. I look behind me to find Cairan chasing a colorful butterfly. I smile at the naivity of the scene.
What will Lunee think of Cairan? Will she accuse him of being a Side-affected Power, as Ecio and Ayearth did?
My thoughts and worries accompany me as I lead us to the temple.
~This was a short one to get this back. I felt bad not posting anything for so long since it's, you know, the main plot.
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submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown (January 17, 2020 - 6:46 pm)
The temple is nearby. We can glimpse it through the trees and the mist.
I don't trust these woods. They hold too much in their branches. Too many memories and mysteries and history. These woods may not have the same dangers as the Decoy Forests, but they are still worthy of my caution.
Sylvia takes the lead, her son right beside her. Ayearth lingers behind a little.
Just as I am beginning to think these woods are endless, we reach it.
The Temple, home to the Nocturnal.
~~
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submitted by Sybill, age ????, Kyngdom (January 19, 2020 - 8:51 pm)
You can start now, if you want.
(December 20, 2019 - 2:28 pm)
Hazel~
Would you believe me if I told you I was done?
Don't answer that. If you'd seen what I've seen, you'd be done too.
My name is Hazel Coryli. I grew up in northeast Kyngdom on a small homestead in Frostbone, where life was quiet save for hunters' gunshots and the grunting of caribou. It was a simple enough existence, but I wanted to see what the rest of Kyngdom had to offer. I left with nothing but a traveler's pack and a walking stick when I was sixteen.
Traveling suited me, so I never went back. I kept up with the news over the years, particularly interested in the feud between BIG and FaFA. None of it meant much to me--until I heard what happened in the Labyrinth Lands, and I realized that a new army was rising in Kyngdom.
I'd learned a lot about the Powers while I traveled. When I heard about the beast in the labyrinth--and how it killed Claaws in the ocean--I wondered how Kyngdom could hope to stand with something like that roaming around.
I learned everything I could about the black dragon. The Resistance formed itself around that time, but they weren't interested in what I had to say. Putting all their focus on Catastrophe didn't seem wise to me, so I created my own group--the Elites--to gather information about Jaaws.
Things went well. I got a team assembled. We got into some scrapes, but came out alive. The Resistance allied itself with us--gave us some nice uniforms.
Not too long ago, Jaaws attacked us personally. I was hypnotized, but an elf cured me. We never got to research elf magic, because we had a lead, and we rushed to the Mer flea market to see if Jaaws would show up. But we arrived too late, and the market was in chaos.
We were apprehended by bandits on the way out of the market, and I got separated from Nieke and Trixie. It was a mess. I haven't seen them since, so I have no idea if they're alright. I recently escaped from a pirate ship headed out of Kyngdom, and after several hungry days trekking east across the Barelands, I've entered the Secret Forest.
Hopeless and hungry, I've given up on the Elites. Jaaws is too powerful, I've lost my team, and I have no leads. It would take a miracle for my determination to return. What I need now...I don't know what I need now.
I need to get through these woods.
Bitter and quiet, I pass through misty pines, eyes and ears open for some sign of hope.
(December 20, 2019 - 4:17 pm)
~Cairan~
Mom, some people Mom knows named Ecio and Ayearth, and I were all heading to somewhere called the Nocturnal. I have never heard of this place, neither did I know why we were heading there. I felt very confused over the last few minutes. Who were Ecio and Ayearth? All I knew was that they were very scary. And one of them was mad at me for being what? A 'sideaffected power'? What was that? An insult? I could scarcely talk through all the confusion and fear of everything. What was going on? And when will I and Mommy go back home and everything will turn back to normal?
Mommy stopped and looked around her surroundings. "I believe we are almost there," said Mom. She and the others started talking about their plan or something like that. I didn't care anymore. Or at least I didn't want to. I tried my best to just sit there calmly and be quiet, but the curiousity kept bubbling inside of me. I stood still for as long as possible and began to speak.
"Mom, what is this? Who are these people? Whats happening? Why am I going to this temple, whatever it is? What's a 'sideaffected power' and why am I one? Who's Jaaws and Demise? What is going on?!" I paused to catch my breath, my brain still confused. The three stared at me in silence, not quite knowing what to say. Then, Mom stepped forward. She made a deep breath and began to answer.
~~~~
You can do whatever you want with the end there. You can either have the explanation, or you can cut it short. It doesn't matter to me.
(December 21, 2019 - 6:48 pm)
Sylvia~
Cairan walks in silence behind us for most of the time, which is unusual for him; I would have expected him to have been asking questions long ago. Only when we are nearing the Nocturnal's temple does he finally explode with his questions-
"Mom, what is this? Who are these people? What's happening? Why am I going to this temple, whatever it is? What's a 'sideaffected power' and why am I one? Who's Jaaws and Demise? What is going on?!"
He takes a deep breath, and so do I. It is time I explain to him what I am- what we are.
"Cairan, it's time I tell you the story of the Powers..."
"But you've already told me about the Powers! About how there's six of them, and they're different animals, and they made all this cool stuff in the world!" Cairan pipes up.
"Yes, but I haven't told you the whole story," I say gently. he quiets.
"I have told you that the Power of Hoof is a unicorn; I have not told you the unicorn's name," I say. His eyes open wide, almost comically.
"Cairan, the Power of Hoof is a unicorn named Sylvia," I whisper. He opens his mouth, but I continue before he can.
"The Powers had sideaffects; bad sides of their power, embodied in different animals."
"But I-"
"I know, Cairan."
"So then.." he looks around at Ecio, at Ayearth. "They.. are Powers? Your brothers??"
"Yes," I reply. "Now, Jaaws was a sideaffacted power, and a very bad one. Jaaws is evil, and wants power. Demise... is very mysterious, and they have teamed up with Jaaws.
"And now, we are going to a temple... where my sister, the Power of Howl is."
"The winged wolf?"
"Yes." I look up and see a sliver of the temple up ahead, and a few figures darting around. "Her name is Lunee."
(December 22, 2019 - 1:46 pm)
Hazel~
These woods seem to go on forever. I'm awed by the age and size of its trees, and its wildlife is so diverse. A certain air of magic hovers subtly in the mist.
Being here, alone, is refreshing. With no shortage of food and firewood, my days here have been like a dream. My strength and resolve have returned.
Having entered from an unpopulated side of the woods, I have been unable to find any roads or pathways. Instead, I've been trekking along game trails, steadily making my way southeast over hills and hills of dense, foggy woods. I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched, which intrigues me: Rarely have I ever felt the 'eyes' of a forest so keenly. It makes me wonder--what might the depths of the Secret Forest be concealing?
This is the most vibrant, living place I have ever been in. Even the tiniest sprouts seem to be more healthy and secure than those in any garden I've visited. The colors are vivid; the air is fresh; it seems to nourish everything it touches.
The change is almost imperceptible. Does it grow stronger the deeper I probe? I begin to grow excited; my heart takes on a new rhythm, beating like an ancient drum. The longer I stay, the farther I walk, the more this feeling increases, and I find my feet drawn into the mist.
Was it hope I sought? I have found something else entirely. Something as inexplicable as life itself...
----------
I imagine the woods are thriving since Sylvia's been here so long.
The plan is for Hazel to come upon the Powers/Jaaws at some point, if that's okay. Sybill mentioned Crystal escorting her to the Nocturnal? [Hazel does have a Cypher.]
(December 23, 2019 - 12:51 pm)
By the way, Crystal has learned to speak the human language from being in the Nocturnal so long. Crystal is a snow bunting with frost powers. She's one of the Head Priests of the Nocturnal.
Crystal~~
It's been a while since I've come home, to the Temple and my people. Head Priest Seze had contacted me, telling me that Kosomi and Sancta were retrieving the Power and its Guardian.
The woods have been more alive than ever these past few years. It must have something to do with the return of Lunee and her lesser siblings.
As I fly quietly through the trees, I spot a girl. She's no member of the Nocturnal, that much I am certain of. And yet... I feel as if I recognize her. I realize I have seen her once, during my time in the Resistance. Hazel Coryli, if I remember correctly. Leader of the Elites-- a group researching Jaaws. A noble cause, if I do say so myself.
I land gently on a tree branch. Her feet sink gently into the mist-covered grounds. She's awfully close to the Temple. And yet, I do not think I shall chase her off. Her knowledge on Jaaws is something I would like to keep in the Archives. I'm certain Lunee may enjoy her presence as well.
"Travel no farther," I tell her. "You may come with me, if you should wish to stay in a safe place and sleep in a real bed, Hazel Coryli."
~~~
(December 30, 2019 - 8:14 pm)
Hazel~
A sweet, unearthly voice rings softly down from a branch above me. I am startled for a moment as I realize it comes from a snow bunting. Should I be surprised? Anywhere else, perhaps I would be. But not here.
"You may come with me, if you should wish to stay in a safe place and sleep in a real bed, Hazel Coryli."
Wonderment fills my expression as she extends the invitation. "Thank you for your kindness," I answer respectfully, without hesitation. "I would be honored."
With a dip of her head, the snow bunting alights and leads me deeper into the misty forest. A thrill runs down my spine: I can hardly wait to see what's at this forest's heart.
"I am Crystal," she introduces herself.
As we travel, a question comes over me. "How do you know my name?"
I haven't spoken my own name aloud in these woods. The only conclusion is that this bunting is part of a larger picture: She has traveled, at the very least. Is there something familiar about her? Well, I've seen many snow buntings in my lifetime. Still, her accent rings a faint, distant bell.
"You are with the Elites, no?" she returns with only a swift glance back.
Awed, I reply with a yes. Are we really so well-known? A sting enters my heart, however, as I realize that my answer should have been no: I am not with my Elites. Will I ever be with them again?
I ponder these things as we travel along an invisible path. I get the sense that many beings have passed through this part of the woods.
A change overcomes the forest that I cannot explain in words: Each shadow holds a mystery, and every tree a story, and it seems to me that time has left this place untouched.
At this point, Crystal stops me, lands on a branch just in front of my face, and begins to provide an explanation to the place we are about to enter...
(December 31, 2019 - 10:09 am)
There is no trackway, no cave, no sheild of invisibility which can hide completely from watchful eyes, and in this case the eyes were golden-brown and belonged to a man stooping over a human track. BIG had attached him to Hazel soon after the flea market. He was a strange man; his eyes were set a litle too far apart and his mouth was a little too big, and his skin looked rather baked, spotted here and there with warts. But there was some light of something like conviviality in his weird eyes, and his hunched back seemed more aged than villainous, though he was only forty years old.
He heard voices ahead. A sort of twittering one he thought belonged to an owl, and the other belonging to his prey. He crouched on all fours, becoming even more hunched, then crept through the shadow of some dark pines. It was not an owl; it was a bunting. He gritted his teeth slightly; he hated birds. He often had nightmares of terrible things with blood-dripping wings breaking through his roof and ripping him apart on his bed.
The bird was leading her on through the forest now, talking to itself sometimes. The forest seemed to close in about him as they went on like the jaws of some immense trap. He felt uncomfortably not-alone. He was sure to be as quiet as a mouse, engaging the sound-deadening magic he had in a machine at his belt. It wouldn't work for more than twenty-four hours, he knew.
At last they came to another standstill. The bird was talking. He caught the words "Nocturnal... Powers... Redbird... Spirit of Luni..."
He fumbled with his radio and quickly sent his coordinates with the coded message "Followed hazel into forest, bird telling her about luni, Powers. danger proceed with caution". They moved onward more slowly and he followed them closer, now half his original size and nearly bounding on all fours, diminishing until he became a reasonably large toad wearing a white heatsuit, cryptic among the thicker underbrush.
~
I hope you like this, makes for more conflict. Jaaws has been putting out tentacles too, and getting Luni awake, though the Powers do not know it, will be a race against time. A quote from the Bog & Burrow Inn: "There's no free lunch."
(February 24, 2020 - 4:06 pm)
So I just read through these pages, and I’m all caught up. Would it be awkward if I was to add a new character, in this story/thread? Or is it only for OG characters, and powers who already fit in the Nocturnals? Thanks!
(December 28, 2019 - 8:20 am)
You can add a new character, as long as you can fit them in well. Would a priest work? They would already be working in the Nocturnal and would know what's going on.
(December 28, 2019 - 1:17 pm)
Should I RP here even though Trixie isn't with any of the people already on this thread? She probably won't start looking for Hazel (sorry!) her first priority will be the Shield. Maybe she could run into Hazel and have to tell her about the Shield?
(January 8, 2020 - 4:32 pm)
That's fine! Sounds like a plan.
(January 17, 2020 - 9:42 am)
Sylvia~
Ciaran walks behind me in stunned silence, now more afraid of Ecio and Ayearth than before. I now feel I shouldn't have given him all of that information at once... but I knew he had to know the truth about me being a Power at some point. Perhaps it's best this way.
We whisk through the woods, not speaking, listening to the forest's own song, out own thoughts forming the lyrics. We watch the temple looming closer and closer in the distance. It's a diffcult concept to wrap my mind around; I am about to meet my sister again, for the first time in so long I couldn't even begin to count the days. I look behind me to find Cairan chasing a colorful butterfly. I smile at the naivity of the scene.
What will Lunee think of Cairan? Will she accuse him of being a Side-affected Power, as Ecio and Ayearth did?
My thoughts and worries accompany me as I lead us to the temple.
~This was a short one to get this back. I felt bad not posting anything for so long since it's, you know, the main plot.
(January 17, 2020 - 6:46 pm)
Ecio~~
The temple is nearby. We can glimpse it through the trees and the mist.
I don't trust these woods. They hold too much in their branches. Too many memories and mysteries and history. These woods may not have the same dangers as the Decoy Forests, but they are still worthy of my caution.
Sylvia takes the lead, her son right beside her. Ayearth lingers behind a little.
Just as I am beginning to think these woods are endless, we reach it.
The Temple, home to the Nocturnal.
~~
(January 19, 2020 - 8:51 pm)
Sylvia~
We have arrived.
Unintentionally, we all come to a hault. Cairan pokes his head out from behind me, curious.
"Wow," he whispers.
I look at Ayearth and Ecio. Ayearth nods.
I continue on.
~~Well that was short
(February 13, 2020 - 12:41 pm)