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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
Lukas PMOCT R3 part2Ethan was confused. Why was Rowan here? Who was the man she was with? Why are they at the food court of the local mall? Why hadn't they moved from near the entrance for over an hour?
If it is a trap, it is either a very poor one or a very, very devious one. Thought Hannah.
"What makes you say that?" Whispered Ethan as he pretended to take another sip from cup that wasn't there. He had used his illusions to make it, steaming coffee and all.
There are no noticeable officers or agents or anything of the like, they aren't actually trying to stand out or so it seems, and they have no idea we are anywhere near here.
It was true, after they first spotted Rowan, Ethan had been changing disguises every few minutes when they were out of sight and always made sure they were images of people he had never seen before. It was harder to maintain, but a lot more useful then looking like someone that isn't supposed to be in this dimension.
You're forgetting to lower yo
PMOCT Lukas R3 Part 1To seek Truth,
Is to be Destroyed,
And become Indomitable.
Chapter Three: Internal Wars
He was wrapped in light. Artemis couldn't take her eyes off of him. Not out of some infatuation, though he was hansom, or just because it was her job to keep him from harming her boss, but because he made her uneasy and this was not a feeling she got very often.
What was worst was she couldn't put her finger on just quite why. He was trained in martial arts but was nowhere near her level. He had some control over gravity but wasn't quick enough to stop her from putting a round or three into his head, not yet. He was without allies in Minos's office, the veritable throne room of Minos Corp., surrounded by guards willing to kill and die protecting their boss. He was just one man, handcuffed to a chair, sitting in the light of a flood lamp, and yet Artemis felt uneasy.
It was his smile, she realized. His smile and
Round 2To measure a man by the vows he makes is a fallacy.
To measure a man by what he would break those vows for, is truth.
He flails against the darkness. It has wrapped itself around him yet again, restraining his pure and joyous light. "Soon," he rages. "Soon I will not have to just sit and watch! Soon will be the time when I am the actor and HE will be the audience!"
He calms himself, letting the peace of his inner thoughts drown out the paradox of logic and panic that is the darkness. "Soon" he says one last time, as he watches, ever watches, and waits for the times when logic fails and panic causes his bonds to loosen.
He breaths heavy, his every muscle screaming in pain, but he ignores it. Call it showmanship, or pride if you like, but either way he is not going to walk away from his first real battle with a limp and a groan every step.
As Lukas approaches were he left his coat, h
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