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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
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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