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Most intriguing, however, is Lysander’s peculiar propensity for spatial manipulation—a gift both rare and alarming. He has, on more than one occasion, folded short distances like pages in a dog-eared book, though not always with his intended outcome. While promising, the talent remains erratic and underdeveloped, with a worrying tendency to tear doorframes off hinges, invert hallways, or deposit his shoes several seconds ahead of his person. This has led to a faculty-wide consensus: the potential is tremendous, provided the building survives.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/give-me-bloodsport.6591/
Vittoria
Vittoria did not need to hold up a blade to the girl's threat to get her to cooperate.
In fact, the girl stared at Kael a while, breathing in and out in measured time as she weighed her options.
"One of the others has it." And her eye contact remained still, her body resisting the pain in order to concentrate. "This was a meeting place, they light the fire to confirm the message was received and agreed upon."
Vittoria's head tilted, a predator's attention now surfacing over her expression. "If you try to hurt my friend here while my back is turned, I will break bones in ways you have never dreamed up of." And with that warning, she moved to inspect the closest body. They had been standing nearest to the girl, ink staining one hand, their left. The cipher was not on them.
She moved to the next, and there, she found the very parchment of interest.
"How good is your orcish, Kael?" She asked upon returning to her classmate and their prisoner. "Is it enough to decode, or shall we ask for an honest translation?"
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/poisoned-words-for-the-heart.6603/
Greydon
Grey turned at the sound of her name gracing the tense silence that filled these walls moments ago.
He saw Eira look at him suspiciously from the corner of his eyes, but chose to not say a word as she moved forward to meet her friend. Grey watched them both, as Eira steered Imogen away the moment Ilir gave her a brief look before turning back to Ivan to discuss... Lordly duties.
He stiffened, realising Eira was returning back to where he stood.
"My lady." He bowed, and offered a grim smile as he straightened.
He could not smile, even at the sight of her in such poisonous black. Silver would have done nothing favourable to her, but the black... The smile held to his lips a moment longer.
"I promise my cousin is a good man of conversation to replace the absence of my betrothed." Eira smiled, taking pride in poking fun at him. "I also hope that this dinner could keep his mind off from having to return to duty come the waning crescent night."
Greydon stared, at Imogen. Words were failing him, unsure of how to even respond to Eira's words when he had only one thing to say.
"Your dress..." He paused, exhaled and caught himself staring at the midnight work. "You look lovely, Lady Imogen." His eyes caught her own, and there, he decided, to happily drown. "Perhaps we shouldn't let your Lord brother overhear..."
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-first-group-project-college-of-elbion-freshman-class.6595/
Atticus
Atticus held several books in hand, and was not smiling due to having to lug them all the way from a class several floors above. He had dropped a book, but a passing fourth year girl with a confident smile was able to save it from splaying open upon the stone floor. The way she executed the spell was seamless, to him at least, and that alone made him realise he had a long way to go to be admired for the spread of knowledge there was to gain at the College.
Upon seeing his group members, he grinned.
"I think I got some theories. I have saved the pages and chapters in these books."
Finally, he was able to drop the pile safely from his arms to the table they were beginning to gather around.
"But, you ladies first." He added, respectfully.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-basilicus-keep.6592/page-2
Grul
Grul's eyes widened at the realization and the fact that he was now alone..... But they quickly turn from Surprise to anger but not because of the invasion of his body but because of the thing that pretended to be his mentor. He was usually a quite calm and collected fellow and it usually took a lot to get him to anger but this thing had found the button to press.
"I don't know what you are creature..... But you are not my mentor. And how dare you Sully her visage with this foul puppeteering. You are nothing like her.... You are nothing but a parasite clinging to life!"
He said this with a very cold calm voice that seethed with a cold anger. He could feel this thing whatever it was growing in his lungs it was probably one of the reasons he could hear it..... But that meant there was a connection.... That meant there had to be a link. He focused inward to that link to that connection between him and this creature. He focused on it and brought down upon it all of his power all of his fury and all of his will. This thing would not take him, even if he had to burn it from his body with his own power.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-essence-of-being.6606
Seretha ibnat Rezhe
Argós
Vaezhasar settled himself into the chair with the slow, deliberate caution of a man who had, on more than one occasion, shattered tavern furniture merely by sitting. The seat beneath him groaned like a wounded mule, protesting the strain of so much articulated metal and looming sorcerous presence. He leaned back, exhaled through the narrow slits of his helm, and with a flick of his gauntleted fingers—accompanied by a crackle of octarine sparks—summoned a peculiar companion.
It appeared with a sound like wet leather slapped against stone, no larger than a tavern pigeon, and no more agreeable to look at. The thing perched neatly on his shoulder, folding and unfolding limbs that looked suspiciously like the embryonic arms of a drowned godling.
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Where one might expect a beak, it bore instead a twitching radial maw, something like a lamprey’s orifice rendered in biological satire. From that wriggling circle, the creature gurgled and spat—yes, spat—a clinking heap of silver coins onto the table with the wet finality of someone ridding themselves of an unwanted meal.
"I believe that should more than cover my bill," Vaezhasar announced, with the weary magnanimity of one long accustomed to unconventionality. He gestured at the stunned innkeeper as if this were all perfectly reasonable. "Now then—bring me a pitcher of your sweetest wine, and a whole suckling pig, if you please. Roasted, crisped, and basted in its own fat. I find myself quite unreasonably hungry."
Most intriguing, however, is Lysander’s peculiar propensity for spatial manipulation—a gift both rare and alarming. He has, on more than one occasion, folded short distances like pages in a dog-eared book, though not always with his intended outcome. While promising, the talent remains erratic and underdeveloped, with a worrying tendency to tear doorframes off hinges, invert hallways, or deposit his shoes several seconds ahead of his person. This has led to a faculty-wide consensus: the potential is tremendous, provided the building survives.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/give-me-bloodsport.6591/
Vittoria
Vittoria did not need to hold up a blade to the girl's threat to get her to cooperate.
In fact, the girl stared at Kael a while, breathing in and out in measured time as she weighed her options.
"One of the others has it." And her eye contact remained still, her body resisting the pain in order to concentrate. "This was a meeting place, they light the fire to confirm the message was received and agreed upon."
Vittoria's head tilted, a predator's attention now surfacing over her expression. "If you try to hurt my friend here while my back is turned, I will break bones in ways you have never dreamed up of." And with that warning, she moved to inspect the closest body. They had been standing nearest to the girl, ink staining one hand, their left. The cipher was not on them.
She moved to the next, and there, she found the very parchment of interest.
"How good is your orcish, Kael?" She asked upon returning to her classmate and their prisoner. "Is it enough to decode, or shall we ask for an honest translation?"
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/poisoned-words-for-the-heart.6603/
Greydon
Grey turned at the sound of her name gracing the tense silence that filled these walls moments ago.
He saw Eira look at him suspiciously from the corner of his eyes, but chose to not say a word as she moved forward to meet her friend. Grey watched them both, as Eira steered Imogen away the moment Ilir gave her a brief look before turning back to Ivan to discuss... Lordly duties.
He stiffened, realising Eira was returning back to where he stood.
"My lady." He bowed, and offered a grim smile as he straightened.
He could not smile, even at the sight of her in such poisonous black. Silver would have done nothing favourable to her, but the black... The smile held to his lips a moment longer.
"I promise my cousin is a good man of conversation to replace the absence of my betrothed." Eira smiled, taking pride in poking fun at him. "I also hope that this dinner could keep his mind off from having to return to duty come the waning crescent night."
Greydon stared, at Imogen. Words were failing him, unsure of how to even respond to Eira's words when he had only one thing to say.
"Your dress..." He paused, exhaled and caught himself staring at the midnight work. "You look lovely, Lady Imogen." His eyes caught her own, and there, he decided, to happily drown. "Perhaps we shouldn't let your Lord brother overhear..."
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-first-group-project-college-of-elbion-freshman-class.6595/
Atticus
Atticus held several books in hand, and was not smiling due to having to lug them all the way from a class several floors above. He had dropped a book, but a passing fourth year girl with a confident smile was able to save it from splaying open upon the stone floor. The way she executed the spell was seamless, to him at least, and that alone made him realise he had a long way to go to be admired for the spread of knowledge there was to gain at the College.
Upon seeing his group members, he grinned.
"I think I got some theories. I have saved the pages and chapters in these books."
Finally, he was able to drop the pile safely from his arms to the table they were beginning to gather around.
"But, you ladies first." He added, respectfully.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-basilicus-keep.6592/page-2
Grul
Grul's eyes widened at the realization and the fact that he was now alone..... But they quickly turn from Surprise to anger but not because of the invasion of his body but because of the thing that pretended to be his mentor. He was usually a quite calm and collected fellow and it usually took a lot to get him to anger but this thing had found the button to press.
"I don't know what you are creature..... But you are not my mentor. And how dare you Sully her visage with this foul puppeteering. You are nothing like her.... You are nothing but a parasite clinging to life!"
He said this with a very cold calm voice that seethed with a cold anger. He could feel this thing whatever it was growing in his lungs it was probably one of the reasons he could hear it..... But that meant there was a connection.... That meant there had to be a link. He focused inward to that link to that connection between him and this creature. He focused on it and brought down upon it all of his power all of his fury and all of his will. This thing would not take him, even if he had to burn it from his body with his own power.
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-essence-of-being.6606
Seretha ibnat Rezhe
Argós
Vaezhasar settled himself into the chair with the slow, deliberate caution of a man who had, on more than one occasion, shattered tavern furniture merely by sitting. The seat beneath him groaned like a wounded mule, protesting the strain of so much articulated metal and looming sorcerous presence. He leaned back, exhaled through the narrow slits of his helm, and with a flick of his gauntleted fingers—accompanied by a crackle of octarine sparks—summoned a peculiar companion.
It appeared with a sound like wet leather slapped against stone, no larger than a tavern pigeon, and no more agreeable to look at. The thing perched neatly on his shoulder, folding and unfolding limbs that looked suspiciously like the embryonic arms of a drowned godling.
View attachment 1759
Where one might expect a beak, it bore instead a twitching radial maw, something like a lamprey’s orifice rendered in biological satire. From that wriggling circle, the creature gurgled and spat—yes, spat—a clinking heap of silver coins onto the table with the wet finality of someone ridding themselves of an unwanted meal.
"I believe that should more than cover my bill," Vaezhasar announced, with the weary magnanimity of one long accustomed to unconventionality. He gestured at the stunned innkeeper as if this were all perfectly reasonable. "Now then—bring me a pitcher of your sweetest wine, and a whole suckling pig, if you please. Roasted, crisped, and basted in its own fat. I find myself quite unreasonably hungry."
