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| A Grave Meeting; Qayin | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2017, 02:31 PM (210 Views) | |
| Sun | Mar 11 2017, 02:31 PM Post #1 |
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In Northern Morrim there was a dirt road. This was hardly special, and there were many such roads like it, and many were both much bigger and more used, as well as smaller and even more desolate. This was a road which seemed, in some way, almost designed not to stand out. The area around the road was equally unremarkable, rolling hills sheltering a particular stretch from the elements before leading out onto wide open plains were not much of anything happened. The only thing that really stood out on this road was a small area of dirt just off the side of it, no bigger than the span of a hand, that had been disturbed. Whilst it had been hastily covered over with leaves (no doubt to hide it from the roads other users, who were just regular enough to not make the road notably quiet) even the light breeze that made it between the hills had managed to disturb these. It was a cool day. Birds were singing, the sun was beaming lazily down in between pillowy white clouds. A small rabbit wondered onto this most normal patch of dirt, eyes glancing around, nose twitching. It was idyllic. Then a hand burst up from the earth. The rabbit, wisely, decided it wanted to do with this and ran. Ironically its sudden flight from a hand which was no threat to it attracted the attention of a passing bird of prey, which swooped down and found a rather delectable meal. However, that is another story for another time. For now, we return to the hand, or perhaps it is better to say the rest of the body the hand is attached to. Although, then again, in this case that statement could be up to a level of interpretation... Ciara had awoken surrounded by darkness, and pressure. On all sides she could feel the world pressing into her. She tried to stretch, to move, and she could not. Which led her to swiftly conclude she had been buried, again. Slowly she began to wiggle her fingers, then her hands, slowly building room. As soon as there was enough she placed her her palm flat against the bottom of this minuscule chamber. Although it was too dark to see it a shadowy tendril emerged, coiling up underneath her arm, moving along it to reinforce it for what she planned to do next. With a spring it forced her arm up, and if she had a head then she would have grit her teeth as she felt her arm almost rip clear out of her socket. Nonetheless her hand had broken the surface. Evidently she had not been buried that deep. Her fingers wiggled for a moment before her now free hand touched the earth once more, and another tendril of pure shadow rose up from the ground, before turning down and forcing its way through the earth, where it wrapped around the Dullahan's waist and violently yanked her into the air, where it held her for a moment, her body hanging limply before it set her on the ground. She looked more emaciated than she ever had, at this point there being little other than skin and bones on her, almost literally. Using her good, non shattered, arm she stretched upwards before running her hand over her body, checking everything was where it should be. Her growth had been stunted a little, but now she was free she should regenerate a little more height in the next day or so, and were the bones had set wrongly... Well, all over, would also soon sort themselves. Next things next, she reached to her chest, gripped, and then pulled out the dagger that had pierced her heart. For the moment she tossed it to the ground, and then tried to reach her back. She struggled, and so after a moment turned her back to the two still existing tendrils of shadow, which each coiled and pulled a separate shaft, one of wood and one or iron, from her heart where they stuck out of her back. The weapons clattered to the floor. Ciara felt much better already, and began to let her mind reach back to how she got there. From her situation she figured after her last memory her attackers had removed her heart, pierced it to try and stop her coming back, and buried it here. That would have been a month ago now, she would guess? She usually took that long to come back from such injuries. Oh, clothes. Her shadow stood up beside her, forming a separate figure before jumping into her. Instantly her whole skin was coloured shadowy black, before some of it melted away back to her normal deathly pallor, leaving just the parts people got weird about covered. Well, things seemed to be going well. She was back, she had a free knife and was on a road. They always went somewhere. She stretched her aching legs before she noticed a figure on the said road. Out of politeness she turned to face towards them. Lacking eyes meant she could see all around her at any time, but people got weird when you faced away from them. Seeing like this also meant she had bad depth perception, and could not see much at distance, so she had no idea how long this person had seen her for. Edited by Sun, Mar 11 2017, 02:35 PM.
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| Qayin | Mar 15 2017, 04:00 PM Post #2 |
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The hand bursting from the soil had startled him midway through his meal, causing him to half choke on a bite of bread that had already been far too large for one mouthful. As he recovered and watched the body raise from the grave and unexecute itself, Qayin found himself rather intrigued. He strode closer, silently regarding the headless figure as he took another bite of the loaf, hastily finishing it off without incident. It either was or had been a woman, and it took him a moment to realize that she was practically naked. He averted his eyes for a moment. The last thing he needed was for a walking corpse to believe he was some form of travelling pervert, peeping at any warm body he could lay his eyes upon. The image made him laugh, until he realized that sitting in the middle of the road chuckling to himself would look even worse. Glancing back up once again, he realized whoever this was had noticed him. If it was the sort of being he theorized it was from his studies — a form of dullahan — it had likely already seen him, and the change of body position was nothing more than a polite gesture for his benefit. Smiling, he moved closer, adopting what passed for a friendly body language amongst people like himself. “Not everyday you see a body rise from the grave. For myself it’s perhaps a more regular occurrence, however… Well, that’s hardly the topic of a first conversation. I’m named Qayin.” He paused, realizing he wasn’t sure whether dullahan could speak or not. Out of the mystical entities Coriakin had made him study, they had been something he’d glazed over in favor of more tangible studies in other fields. Silence hung in the air for a time, with the two regarding each other carefully, or at least him regarding her with care. He felt that she was still looking at him, though the thoughts she was thinking escaped him. “You, uh… can you speak? I’d also like to clarify that it wasn’t me who stabbed that blade into your chest, though given the signs I imagine you already knew that. At least they had the decency to give you a proper burial, I suppose! You… you should wear some sort of bell so people don’t put you under while you’re still… cognizant, shall we say.” It was then that Qayin noticed the shadows forming near her, shaping into what looked to be patterns and letters. He blinked in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t imagining the roiling darkness, and then pointed towards it. “Is this how you communicate? Wait, that’s an idiotic question, since the answer would have to be given via… you know what, nevermind, continue!” |
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| Sun | Mar 16 2017, 03:22 PM Post #3 |
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As the person approached her Sun tried to make as many signals she could that she was non threatening and polite. She had been back for barely a minute, most of that digging herself out, and had no desire for someone to put her back in the ground. She held her hands a little out to her side, tried to make sure she appeared open and friendly. And made sure to minimise the amount of manipulation she was doing with any shadows in the area. People got very personal about their shadows for some odd reason. She was a little surprised at the mans words, used to being with disgust as some sort of undead freak (and an obvious one, at that). She tried to gesture with her hands, caught up in trying to respond enough that part of her tried to talk, despite her head being long gone and even before than of a separate mind to her. I cannot speak I am afraid. Hopefully this will suffice? The worms formed out of shadow above her neck, where her head should be. She waited a moment, noticing the flicker of recognition which she took to mean the man was literate. She was very grateful, her problems were made so much worse when she could not communicate, which was more often than she was happy with. Although she supposed part of her understood hear of the headless thing that made weird patterns, and got that people thought it could have been some sort of spell. Just in a world of so much magic it seemed so, so... Ignorant, she guessed. You can read? That's fantastic! It is lovely to meet you Qayin, my name is Ciara. She paused, before waving away his insistence that he had not attacked her. I was pretty sure you did not attack me! From the hole I think they removed my heart, stabbed it and then buried it she kicked the ground a little I guess they might have sanctified the ground as well? For all the good it did she shrugged, which was tough with no head. But enough of that! I am just glad to meet someone who is not freaked out over the whole head thing. Have you met others like me before? Suddenly she paused, and her whole body language shifted as she became suddenly a little nervous and afraid. One hand clutched at her elbow, and she almost seemed to shrink in on herself. Without thinking about it the shadows around her began to draw in, pooling at her feet as if ready to jump up in a protective cocoon at any moment. I don't suppose you have seen any other undead people nearby? There was a group of us, we just wanted a home of our own. As she crossed out the last words she made a sudden slashing motion with her hand, before composing herself a little. There was a group of us. We had to leave a mansion where I had gathered us. I believe we were attacked. I remember being shot She turned to face one of the bolts she had pulled from her chest, before back to Qayin. She paused, and for a moment felt like she was about to be crushed again. The urge to sink to her knees in despair was overwhelming. They could not survive like me. They're all gone It wasn't a question so much as a realisation. Qayin's presence was incidental, at this point. She had jut recovered from what was obviously a dedicated effort to destroy her, and if that much time had been taken to do so, well... She could not imagine her old comrades would have let that happen. She was not aware any of them possessed anything like her survival skills. She was alone, again. Godammit. |
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| Qayin | Mar 28 2017, 04:12 PM Post #4 |
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Qayin followed the shadows as they flowed on the ground, forming sentences and words. He responded with nods and small phrases when required, glancing up now and then to make contact with eyes not there. Ciara seemed very friendly, especially for one who had been — by all accounts — dead for the past however many months. However, the happier tone of the conversation had soon ended after she asked if he had seen any other undead. He shook his head no, realizing the implication. They could not survive like me. They're all gone. He looked back at her, noting the sorrow in her posture. Nodding, he spoke calmly, though a level on anger nigh imperceptible entered his voice upon hearing of her troubles. “There is little respect for the undead in this world. Neither side of the conflict seems to...” His voice trailed off. Perhaps now was not the time to dwell on that conflict. The facts still stood for all to see, however. She stood alone, her friends likely falling while trying to defend her. Folding his hands, Qayin looked downwards in silence, waiting for the dullahan to regain enough composure to continue. “I am sorry. At the very least, know you aren’t alone.” It was all he could offer, even given his own experiences with death. Among the undead and those who interacted with them, death seemed to lose a certain level of severity, but the loss of those near you was something even ones such as them could not bear. The hawk wheeled high over head, letting forth its cries to no creature in particular. The wind picked up, weaving its way through the hills onwards to some distant location. The sound was somehow soothing. After some time, the mage spoke again, attempting to comfort in the best way he could: with the offer of help. “I know it’s been quite some time since you… well, since this happened, but perhaps I can help find whoever did this to you.” He was unsure just how useful he would actually be, but his experiences had been shaping him up to be an investigator of sorts. Qayin waited patiently for Ciara to respond. |
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| Sun | Apr 9 2017, 03:20 PM Post #5 |
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Again, and again, and again Ciara felt her hands ball into fists, and she would have cried if she had eyes to form eyes. Again everything had been torn away from her. Shadows danced around her, forming into images of the various 'deaths' she had suffered. All the acts of random violence. You do not seem to fear me so much. Why is that? Usually my lack of my head seems to be the problem. Have you ever noticed how vampires make do so well? They look alive, act it and still get to take part in the world. Those who are different, we are cast out. I have seen strange creatures, not dead ones mind you, lumped in with me. Yet I am not parasite some more "acceptable" undead beings are. Slowly she composed herself. Her whole body relaxed, her foot tapping on the earth. It felt reassuring, being barefoot, her feet directly in the earth. It helped to ground her. Joke not intended. She brought her hands together in front of her, and she brought the shadows under control, they gathered around her and calmed. Revenge solves little. If I respond to these attackers I merely confirm their prejudice. But, on the other hand, surely justice demands response? But with little evidence, and the questionable status as people like me as, well, people, how do I respond? Still, at least I am not alone Slowly a horse tattoo formed on her arm, and ran along, across her shoulders before jumping out of her opposite hand. The creature looked as malnourished as its master, and had a similar amount of it missing, namely its head. It nuzzled into the woman, despite its missing head, and Ciara held it tightly in return. Sorry for being so difficult by the way. It is just a little shocking to wake up, realise what has happened and that the world has probably changed in the past few months. You seem pretty accepting of the whole head thing. Who are you? Whats your story and what brings you to this place? She would start again, form up again and once again would find her place. Again. One day it would be taken, again. But until then she would continue. What else could she do? She lacked a place in the world, her head and most of her memories, so all that she could do was keep on going, no matter what. Again. |
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| Qayin | Apr 23 2017, 09:53 AM Post #6 |
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You do not seem to fear me so much. Why is that? He chuckled to himself at the question, realizing that amongst the darker fae, his abilities were nothing to be scared of. “I suppose in some ways I’m akin to a vampire, at least in the way you’re meaning it. Suffice to say that I’m usually the one people are scared of, I believe that’s what makes me so unafraid in the face of…” He paused, laughing at the irony in his statement before continuing, “...Well, in the face of a being without a face.” Revenge solves little. He nodded in response, thinking back to his time defending Reine from its attackers. “I’d say revenge can solve your problems. However, it’s not a thing one should jump blindly into. After all, it’s as they say: revenge is a dish best served cold.” Images of his conflicts with Maeve and countless others in Calliope’s army flashed through his head, and his fists tightened for a moment. Realizing he had let himself go into the past, rather than communicating in the present, Qayin pulled himself free and watched his new acquaintance as she continued to write out her words for him to read. Sorry for being so difficult by the way. It is just a little shocking to wake up, realise what has happened and that the world has probably changed in the past few months. You seem pretty accepting of the whole head thing. Who are you? What’s your story and what brings you to this place? “I suppose that’s a long tale, though perhaps not as long as your own.” With that he launched into his own story, starting with a brief tale of his exploits, and his history as a child in Ashoka before being forced to flee with his family. It felt something akin to pleasant to express himself and what he was to another who seemed to have many of the same struggles. As he wrapped up, he paused, looking at the woman with renewed interest. “Knowing all this, is there anything I can do for you? I’ve nothing but time.” Gesturing around, he made a joke about his random teleportation. There always seemed to be purpose in his warpings, so perhaps she had something to do with said purpose. |
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| Sun | May 11 2017, 01:29 PM Post #7 |
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Revenge as a dish best served cold? She had heard the saying, but somehow it had always seemed a nebulous concept to her for some reason. She had so few memories, but she felt pretty sure that something in them made the idea distasteful. I am not quite sure, but I get the feeling I will be around when not only is my revenge cold, but those I could seek it on are long dead She tried to explain her feelings, although it was difficult. She was very aware of her body language, which she tried to use to further show her issues in getting her point across, or even fully grasping it herself. It was there, but like so much with her it was something she could only grasp at, and then like mist it would slip through her fingers. Leaving her holding nothing but shadows. Ironically. She listened to his story with interest, and tried to work out what she thought of the details it told her. Mostly with the events in Soto, which appeared to be something of a hotbed of happenings. Some part of her felt a pull to return there, which he took to mean either she had forgotten something, or her head was there. I am recently risen with pretty much no attachment, so the only help I require is knowledge of where we are. And maybe some proper clothes. If I can be of any help to you though, please make use of me. I am neither dead, but I am fae from alive, fae and yet unfae, elven and non elven at once, a creature of pure magic who is not intrinsically magical. Plus, I don't mind if you kill me, as it will not stick. She shrugged a little, and held her arm out to either side.. Plus, I know for a start that when I awoke recently I was fully grown, and had a life beforehand. Originally I was locked into believing I was human. Now my memories are locked, and I find that I possess many unusual abilities I have no awareness of. If you happen to trigger anything that had been hidden from me, or work out why it was hidden, in the process of whatever it is I can do to help. Well, that would be a win for me Was it a risk giving herself up to help a random man? Sure, but when you pull yourself out a grave and remove a bunch of weapons from your heart you tended to loose much sense of danger. She had little to loose, and by empowering those with darker gifts like her she only stood to benefit. |
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| Qayin | Jun 29 2017, 01:59 PM Post #8 |
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I am recently risen with pretty much no attachment, so the only help I require is knowledge of where we are. And maybe some proper clothes. If I can be of any help to you though, please make use of me. I am neither dead, but I am fae from alive, fae and yet unfae, elven and non-elven at once, a creature of pure magic who is not intrinsically magical. Plus, I don't mind if you kill me, as it will not stick. Qayin nodded, letting his newfound friend know he was listening as she continued to scrawl words into the soil. ...I know for a start that when I awoke recently I was fully grown, and had a life beforehand. Originally I was locked into believing I was human. Now my memories are locked, and I find that I possess many unusual abilities I have no awareness of. If you happen to trigger anything that had been hidden from me, or work out why it was hidden, in the process of whatever it is I can do to help. Well, that would be a win for me. It was an interesting offer, one he had hardly expected to receive, but it was one that intrigued him. He folded his hands and rested his head on them. “I have no place of research, but your offer is appreciated. I have certain goals I would like to accomplish, but the logistics of it all have certainly escaped me thus far. I would be honored to have your help.” The necromancer extended his hand towards her in an extension of goodwill. Their goals were aligned for the time being. He was unsure what direction their partnership would take, only that it would likely serve to benefit both of them in the long run. “I imagine civilization is scarce miles away. I would understand completely if you felt unready to re-enter it, but it may be beneficial for us to at least find some place to rest. It is entirely up to you, however.” |
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