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TBOSOCT Lyric Round 1 Ch. 4Chapter 4: Royalty and Rebellion.
The next morning they found an open field to practice in.
Lyric admired the pendant that Kali had given him. It had a kind of beauty in its simplicity. A small ruby at the center of a disk with symbols representing the various elements surrounding it. She called it a "Matrix Former." It was supposed to help out starting mages with molding their raw mana into simple spells.
"Ok, so with the amulet all you have to do is connect with it through some means, give it a simple image or intent, and let the mana flow through it and it should handle it from there." Kali instructed like a school teacher. She had changed that morning into a dark green dress with a gold thread edging it in a leaf pattern. The two of them matched in looks now and in her playful ways would neither confirm for deny to Lyric if it was intentional.
"So I think at it and just go along for the ride?"
"Basically." She stepped back out of his field of view on the field. "In the f
TBOSOCT Lyric Round 1 Ch. 3Chapter 3: Music and Magic
Night had fallen and the moon was full. Kali was flying over the quiet forest on her broom, looking like, much to her chagrin, a stereotypical witch. She had been plopped unceremoniously into the woods with no idea of where to go or what to do, so she decided to go looking for the only person she knew at the moment. As she flew and searched for a few hours, she contemplated.
What was that place we were in before the Light whisked us away? It was beautiful and strange, much the opposite of this new land. She knew this forest and this sky were not a part of that colorful place. She couldn't put her figure on why she knew they weren't the same, they just felt different.
Just exactly what am I supposed to do anyways? She was given no clues by Mudd when he threw her into The Book. Maybe Lyric was able to learn more. She had to find him, if not for that then at least she could get a good looking traveling companion
TBOSOCT Round 1 ch. 2Chapter 2: Shells and Souls
The light enveloped the bard and he braced himself for what pain may come. After a moment, he realized that the only sensation he was feeling was one of being pulled in all directions. Slowly, he opened his eyes to the brilliance around him.
In the light flashed a dozen faces. Most normal seeming if diverse, people from various places and heritages. A few however, stood out in their strangeness. A woman with flames for hair, a dog made of metal of all things, a young person with traits of either a demon or an insect or something. All of them, normal or strange, flew by in a blink, except the last.
A young man with hair of blond and blue. Time seemed to stop when his face came by, and The Song took notice. Desire, excitement, fear, want, hunger, need, all of these filled Lyric's mind as The Song witnessed the man through the bard's eyes. Whatever it was that The Song saw in this man that Lyric did not, it was strong enough to rous
TBOSOCT Lyric Round 1 Ch. 1Chapter 1: Darkness and Light
Tumbling through the void, she gasped for air that didn't exist.
The shock of suddenly being ripped from existence caused her to let out a short scream, a scream that was torn from her lungs by the hungry nothingness.
Now without breath, spinning and flipping through non-existence, panic started to race through the young mage's mind.
Her bag! An experienced adventurer is always prepared, even for the oddest circumstances. Fighting the nausea of her body trying to tell her that every direction was both up and yet not, Kali pushed aside the panic by focusing on the simple goal of rummaging hurriedly through her backpack.
Her hand glided over her many items, trying to picture what they were in her mind's eye as oxygen deprivation threatened to take her. Why does the void have to be so dark? she thought unbidden.
Book amulet cloths cooking pot bottle!
Tearing it out of her bag, praying to the moon that it w
Lyric Reference SheetName: Lyric (no last name as per elven tradition)
Age: 70-ish (he's started losing count)
Race: 7/8 human, 1/8 elven
Choosen By: The Lady Ink
Gift: The Arrow; from compasses to spears, swords to needles, anything that includes a long object that comes to a point.
Description: Brown shaggy hair, Green eyes, slightly pointed features and a lithe frame (from the elven blood), travel worn clothes with a random assortment of adornments (miss matched wrist bands, a few necklasses, etc.), and almost always wearing or playing his trusty old guitar.
Personality: Curiosity has been his companion his entire life. Care-free and inquisitive, but stained by the last twenty years of reliving the worst day of his life. Darker and more driven and focused now, his old self still shines through on the occations when he is relaxed and/or playing a song.
History: A decendent of the tribal elves of his home world, his inherited keen senses and longevity he put to use by exploring the world with one simple g
Lukas PMOCT Round 3 Part 3They were driving around randomly again. Cael wanted to avoid the spider-cams as much as possible while they talked, which Rowan found strange. She asked, "Why do you want to avoid the cameras? Don't you work for the people watching them?"
"I think I have been lied to," he responded. "I was told that I was to bring in an insane mass murderer, not a desperate individual." He took another random right. How he never got lost doing so was beyond Rowan. "I want to find answers and I can't do that safely if Minos is watching."
Rowan turned her attention back to Ethan. He was in the back seat with her, leaning against her as if he would fall otherwise. He had gotten better from the shock of how much his actions had hurt people, but not by much. The chaos his emotions were in now was astounding. It was as if he was summoning up random emotions to help cover his own, like if a few players in an orchestra went rogue at random intervals and started playing a different song for a few notes. What w
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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