A phenomenon known as The Nexus has occurred on earth Bet. I wonder what Scion would make of this one....?
Summoner: The Nexus (Worm/Multi-cross)
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Character Creation:
Perhaps it was luck.
Out of every single human being in existence, perhaps you were just extraordinarily lucky.
The Nexus is an idea, a fundamental concept of the Multiverse as a whole that only a few in quintillions ever get to see it. The Nexus is the heart of multiverse metaphorically speaking. It represents a single object that is temporarily at the center of the multiverse, as in, the literal center of the multiverse. And when this core happens to be in the center of an object whether it be a faberge egg or just a rock in the middle of the desert, it becomes linked to the core of the Multiverse itself. And the core does have a purpose as well, one that you will come to find out, if you should seek it that is. One that is vital to the function to the Multiverse itself.
But who are you? What origins does this once in a heat death phenomenon have?:
Presets (If one is chosen, ignore Character Creation section):
[] Taylor Hebert (May Replace power (chance involved))
[] Annette Hebert (before death)
[] Rachel Lindt (Replaces power)
[] Dennis (soon tbka Clockblocker (Replaces power))
[] Colin wallis(Replaces power)
[] David (soon tbka eidolon (Replaces power))
Name:
[] Write in:
Age:
[] 13-17
[] 18-30
[] 31-45
[] 46-60
[] 61+
Gender:
[] Male
[] Female
[] Other
When time are you living in?:
[] Before the rise of capes
[] Golden age
[] Silver age
[] 2000+
[] Write in
Occupation:
[] Office worker
[] Teacher (Restricted to 22+)
[] Retail (Restricted to 15+)
[] Student (Restricted to 13-26)
[] Dockworker (Restricted to 18+)
[] PRT officer (Restricted to 18+)
[] Government official (Restricted to 25+)
[] Gang Member
[] Hobo
[] Other (write in):
Where do you live?
[] Brockton Bay
[] Boston
[] New York
[] Detroit
[] Other (write in):
Positive Personality Traits (pick Two):
[] Willful
[] kind
[] Practical
[] thoughtful
[] leader
[] careful
[] Other (write in):
Negative Personality Traits (pick Two):
[] coward (does not often take risks)
[] risk taker
[] indulgent
[] lazy
[] paranoid
[] unsympathetic
[] Other (write in):
Now that Your origins are known, you ready to step into the stage of the wider Multiverse, which stage are you stepping onto?:
Power level (Effects strength and number of summons):
[] Street level (probably won't make waves in gang politics without extreme effort)
[] Local politics (Will make waves in removing gangs/being recognized as a local power)
[] Regional politics (will be recognized on a statewide level with significant ambition)
[] New kid on the block (Will be known nationally from power alone)
[] S class (your name is up there with other country killers, CUI will take notice)
Difficulty (Effects strength, number, and intelligence of enemies):
[] Very Easy (Bad ends prevented, always another chance)
[] Easy (Bad ends lessened, many chances, though they are numbered)
[] Normal (Bad ends not affected, a fair chance at success when reasonable)
[] Hard (Bad ends more likely, enemies more resourceful, swimming against the stream)
[] Worm (You have entered into the essence of worm itself, you will be fighting against bad luck, insanely powerful enemies, and the very universe itself for every inch. And that inch will be covered in blood by the time you take it. Only one person has survived this difficulty level, and you know who she is. WARNING: Quest may be very short)
Now that thats all settled, Lets see where this story goes.
Ch 1.1
God was it painful…...
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AN: Welcome to my first quest! Id been planning on playing with this idea for awhile and I finally got the courage to actually go through with it. I have a majority of stuff planned out and this will be a more story based quest with Major and Minor actions rather than stats and specific ability effects. Please also submit your vote in a plan based manner, ex:
[X] Plan Skiman456
-[X] Punch the dog
--[X] Avoid getting mauled by Hellhound
-[X] Kiss the kitten
Write ins will be permitted for most votes, I don't like restricting players. And do note that Just because it's voted in doesn't mean that the action will be successful. I also ask that you try to work with the rest of the players and talk about the effect each action might have, I won't lock the vote for 24 hours before voting or anything, but take it under advisement. Last but not least, everyone here is here to have fun, try to be polite. Last but not least, Ill be answering questions about the quest for the next day or two. Other than that, HAVE FUN!!!!
Next post will begin the actual story.
Perhaps it was luck.
Out of every single human being in existence, perhaps you were just extraordinarily lucky.
The Nexus is an idea, a fundamental concept of the Multiverse as a whole that only a few in quintillions ever get to see it. The Nexus is the heart of multiverse metaphorically speaking. It represents a single object that is temporarily at the center of the multiverse, as in, the literal center of the multiverse. And when this core happens to be in the center of an object whether it be a faberge egg or just a rock in the middle of the desert, it becomes linked to the core of the Multiverse itself. And the core does have a purpose as well, one that you will come to find out, if you should seek it that is. One that is vital to the function to the Multiverse itself.
But who are you? What origins does this once in a heat death phenomenon have?:
Presets (If one is chosen, ignore Character Creation section):
[] Taylor Hebert (May Replace power (chance involved))
[] Annette Hebert (before death)
[] Rachel Lindt (Replaces power)
[] Dennis (soon tbka Clockblocker (Replaces power))
[] Colin wallis(Replaces power)
[] David (soon tbka eidolon (Replaces power))
Name:
[] Write in:
Age:
[] 13-17
[] 18-30
[] 31-45
[] 46-60
[] 61+
Gender:
[] Male
[] Female
[] Other
When time are you living in?:
[] Before the rise of capes
[] Golden age
[] Silver age
[] 2000+
[] Write in
Occupation:
[] Office worker
[] Teacher (Restricted to 22+)
[] Retail (Restricted to 15+)
[] Student (Restricted to 13-26)
[] Dockworker (Restricted to 18+)
[] PRT officer (Restricted to 18+)
[] Government official (Restricted to 25+)
[] Gang Member
[] Hobo
[] Other (write in):
Where do you live?
[] Brockton Bay
[] Boston
[] New York
[] Detroit
[] Other (write in):
Positive Personality Traits (pick Two):
[] Willful
[] kind
[] Practical
[] thoughtful
[] leader
[] careful
[] Other (write in):
Negative Personality Traits (pick Two):
[] coward (does not often take risks)
[] risk taker
[] indulgent
[] lazy
[] paranoid
[] unsympathetic
[] Other (write in):
Now that Your origins are known, you ready to step into the stage of the wider Multiverse, which stage are you stepping onto?:
Power level (Effects strength and number of summons):
[] Street level (probably won't make waves in gang politics without extreme effort)
[] Local politics (Will make waves in removing gangs/being recognized as a local power)
[] Regional politics (will be recognized on a statewide level with significant ambition)
[] New kid on the block (Will be known nationally from power alone)
[] S class (your name is up there with other country killers, CUI will take notice)
Difficulty (Effects strength, number, and intelligence of enemies):
[] Very Easy (Bad ends prevented, always another chance)
[] Easy (Bad ends lessened, many chances, though they are numbered)
[] Normal (Bad ends not affected, a fair chance at success when reasonable)
[] Hard (Bad ends more likely, enemies more resourceful, swimming against the stream)
[] Worm (You have entered into the essence of worm itself, you will be fighting against bad luck, insanely powerful enemies, and the very universe itself for every inch. And that inch will be covered in blood by the time you take it. Only one person has survived this difficulty level, and you know who she is. WARNING: Quest may be very short)
Now that thats all settled, Lets see where this story goes.
Ch 1.1
God was it painful…...
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AN: Welcome to my first quest! Id been planning on playing with this idea for awhile and I finally got the courage to actually go through with it. I have a majority of stuff planned out and this will be a more story based quest with Major and Minor actions rather than stats and specific ability effects. Please also submit your vote in a plan based manner, ex:
[X] Plan Skiman456
-[X] Punch the dog
--[X] Avoid getting mauled by Hellhound
-[X] Kiss the kitten
Write ins will be permitted for most votes, I don't like restricting players. And do note that Just because it's voted in doesn't mean that the action will be successful. I also ask that you try to work with the rest of the players and talk about the effect each action might have, I won't lock the vote for 24 hours before voting or anything, but take it under advisement. Last but not least, everyone here is here to have fun, try to be polite. Last but not least, Ill be answering questions about the quest for the next day or two. Other than that, HAVE FUN!!!!
Next post will begin the actual story.
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Ch 1.1 The First Choice
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Warning, This chapter contains Graphic imagery, If that makes you uncomfortable, I am sorry. But this is the S9 we're talking about.
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God was it painful…
Though Mommy said that she shouldn't say that in front of grandma. Though maybe it was ok because grandma wasn't here? Maybe the first time is ok, and I won't do it again! Riley thought, as she desperately tried to keep her mind off the situation behind her.
Her stomach twisted in knots and feeling like she could fall over at any moment, Riley desperately clawed through the Medicine cabinet standing on top of the bathroom sink, using one hand to hold down the small cut on her cheek that she got slamming into the corner of the mirror when she was trying to climb up.
"Hurry Hurry, The clock is ticking, and their blood is spilling. Don't you want to help them? Don't you love them Riley?"
"Don't say I don't love them!" She yelled, slightly hysterically, her eyes already red from crying. Fumbling the mirror/cabinet open, she quickly grabs the medical kit from inside and almost falls off the sink getting down. Quickly she rushed back out pushing past the blood soaked man leaning against the hallway wall and turning left, rushing back to the bedroom where her Mom was. She opened the door and saw her mother, almost lifeless, her dead eyes staring back at her as she lie motionless on the floor.
"Hurry," Mister Jack's voice was almost gentle. "You have time. You can fix her, can't you?"
"Yeah…. I can, right?" She choked back a sob, and hurriedly opened the medical kit while almost throwing it on the ground, she pulled out some band aids and took a quick look at the piercing stab wound in her mother's sternum, and the one in her arm, and the one in her stomach. She hurriedly started putting band aids over each one, remembering to spray it with the special spray in the kit as well. Just like Mom did when she scraped her knee playing in the street with Drew.
"She's Running out of time Riley. Look at her, you need to try harder!" His voice sounded supportive, though Riley know that he was lying. "It's just a few cuts, nothing to difficult, you know how to fix that right?" He was lying because
"No, Mister Jack, I don't! Please, help, Mister!" She knew that she had to be polite, so that he would help her because Dad told her that people only help polite little girls. He knelt down next to her, watching as she frantically tried to put a few of the bigger band aids over one of the longer cuts.
"I believe in you, look, you're a talented little girl, but I can't help you" He feigned a shrug. "I'm not very good at making people better, so you have to be the one to do it." He drew one of the knives at his belt, putting the tip against her Mom's forehead. "Look at her eyes, Riley, do you know what they tell me?"
She stopped for a moment, turning to look at the man, with a sense of dread. "No. What do they tell you?"
He smiled, a warm gentle smile. While turning to look her in the eyes, he said, "They tell me that she loved you very much, and that she knows that you can help her. You only need to try!" The smile grew wider, flashing the front of his teeth. Even as his voice was sickly sweet, she felt that surge of panic within her grow stronger.
-[Destination]
"I am trying!" Riley said, balling up her fists and raising her voice.
[Agreement]
"But if you were really trying, shed be awake right now, and look at her, she's not waking up now, is she?" Riley turned to her mother and continued trying to fix all the holes in her. "But don't forget, the longer you keep messing around, the less time you have to help Drew!" A sob escaped her lips, She remembered the mannequin like man with knife hands in the basement, the one that was hurting Drew. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she closed the med-kit and stood up and ran downstairs, down to the living room, then down the stairs that led to the basement, and then…
[Error]
In her rush, Riley slipped, and her world turned into pain as she rolled down the stairs.
[Query]
Tumbling forward and slamming into the basement wall opposite the end of the staircase, her back and hip taking the worst of the blow.
[Inability]
She rolled onto her side, letting out a piercing scream as she reoriented herself. "Hurry, the longer you lay there, the more blood he loses!" She heard Mister Jack say from the top of the staircase.
[Query]
She rolled onto her knee and felt the burning pain in it as she stood up and let out another cry. Looking around for the med-kit, she found it… It's cheap plastic case smashed when she landed on it. Limping over to the scattered supplies, she gathered as much of it in her arms as she could. She moved as quickly as she could around the staircase into the storage room. And what she saw….
[Inability]
Drew was laid out on a tarp that was pulled from somewhere, his shirt ripped of… as well as his skin. Laying open to the air was his ribcage as the skin on his back was peeled away his intestines were pulled out of his stomach and were laying on the ground around him, and the smell. She felt bile rise in her throat as she smelled it. It was Rancid, the one smell that she could compare it to was when everyone came back from vacation and found out that muffles had pooped everywhere besides his litterbox. She dropped the supplies and quickly knelt down, a squeal escaped her lips as she landed on her hurt knee, shifting through to find something, anything that could fix him.
{Nexus anti-tampering measures enabled, multi dimensional attack blocked}
"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock." came the voice of one of the monsters that was in the basement.
[Query]
She wanted someone, anyone to help her, she needed to fix Dad!
{Dangerous Environment identified}
She needed to fix Drew!
{Searching for methods of extrication}
She needed to fix Muffles!
[Que..] {Method identified}
She needed to fix Mom!
{Champion intervention needed}
And she didn't know how to, she didn't even know if she could fix this at all.
{Searching for viable Champions}
She cried, as the realization set over her. She couldn't help them. Not alone at least. That's when she saw them, those Phantoms behind Drew. The Chromatic figures with blurred outlines. There were three, all of them holding out their hand. The one on the far left took the shape of a huntress of some kind, a longbow, made of bone, thrown over her shoulder and a bone like set of armor adorning her body. Her face was not visible, as it was covered by a mask that had two tusks protruding from the base, matching the ones that were adorning her helmet. The second figure was much taller, probably being about six and a half feet tall with green armor that looked like it was made by a tinker. The only notable thing that he carried on him was a double barrel shotgun, though she somehow knew it was more dangerous than it seemed. The last figure was perhaps the least imposing of all, standing at about the same height as her, though instead of flesh, she only saw bone, as the skeleton (adorned with a blue sweatshirt) held her gaze with his glowing left eye.
{Champions Selected… Summon-}
Summon Select:
[] Take the hand of the Hunter of Dragons
[] Take the hand of the Killer of Demons
[] Take the hand of the Judging Executioner
[] Don't Pick one yet.
AN: I'll be around to answer questions in the chat for awhile, so feel free to ask clarifying questions.
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God was it painful…
Though Mommy said that she shouldn't say that in front of grandma. Though maybe it was ok because grandma wasn't here? Maybe the first time is ok, and I won't do it again! Riley thought, as she desperately tried to keep her mind off the situation behind her.
Her stomach twisted in knots and feeling like she could fall over at any moment, Riley desperately clawed through the Medicine cabinet standing on top of the bathroom sink, using one hand to hold down the small cut on her cheek that she got slamming into the corner of the mirror when she was trying to climb up.
"Hurry Hurry, The clock is ticking, and their blood is spilling. Don't you want to help them? Don't you love them Riley?"
"Don't say I don't love them!" She yelled, slightly hysterically, her eyes already red from crying. Fumbling the mirror/cabinet open, she quickly grabs the medical kit from inside and almost falls off the sink getting down. Quickly she rushed back out pushing past the blood soaked man leaning against the hallway wall and turning left, rushing back to the bedroom where her Mom was. She opened the door and saw her mother, almost lifeless, her dead eyes staring back at her as she lie motionless on the floor.
"Hurry," Mister Jack's voice was almost gentle. "You have time. You can fix her, can't you?"
"Yeah…. I can, right?" She choked back a sob, and hurriedly opened the medical kit while almost throwing it on the ground, she pulled out some band aids and took a quick look at the piercing stab wound in her mother's sternum, and the one in her arm, and the one in her stomach. She hurriedly started putting band aids over each one, remembering to spray it with the special spray in the kit as well. Just like Mom did when she scraped her knee playing in the street with Drew.
"She's Running out of time Riley. Look at her, you need to try harder!" His voice sounded supportive, though Riley know that he was lying. "It's just a few cuts, nothing to difficult, you know how to fix that right?" He was lying because
"No, Mister Jack, I don't! Please, help, Mister!" She knew that she had to be polite, so that he would help her because Dad told her that people only help polite little girls. He knelt down next to her, watching as she frantically tried to put a few of the bigger band aids over one of the longer cuts.
"I believe in you, look, you're a talented little girl, but I can't help you" He feigned a shrug. "I'm not very good at making people better, so you have to be the one to do it." He drew one of the knives at his belt, putting the tip against her Mom's forehead. "Look at her eyes, Riley, do you know what they tell me?"
She stopped for a moment, turning to look at the man, with a sense of dread. "No. What do they tell you?"
He smiled, a warm gentle smile. While turning to look her in the eyes, he said, "They tell me that she loved you very much, and that she knows that you can help her. You only need to try!" The smile grew wider, flashing the front of his teeth. Even as his voice was sickly sweet, she felt that surge of panic within her grow stronger.
-[Destination]
"I am trying!" Riley said, balling up her fists and raising her voice.
[Agreement]
"But if you were really trying, shed be awake right now, and look at her, she's not waking up now, is she?" Riley turned to her mother and continued trying to fix all the holes in her. "But don't forget, the longer you keep messing around, the less time you have to help Drew!" A sob escaped her lips, She remembered the mannequin like man with knife hands in the basement, the one that was hurting Drew. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she closed the med-kit and stood up and ran downstairs, down to the living room, then down the stairs that led to the basement, and then…
[Error]
In her rush, Riley slipped, and her world turned into pain as she rolled down the stairs.
[Query]
Tumbling forward and slamming into the basement wall opposite the end of the staircase, her back and hip taking the worst of the blow.
[Inability]
She rolled onto her side, letting out a piercing scream as she reoriented herself. "Hurry, the longer you lay there, the more blood he loses!" She heard Mister Jack say from the top of the staircase.
[Query]
She rolled onto her knee and felt the burning pain in it as she stood up and let out another cry. Looking around for the med-kit, she found it… It's cheap plastic case smashed when she landed on it. Limping over to the scattered supplies, she gathered as much of it in her arms as she could. She moved as quickly as she could around the staircase into the storage room. And what she saw….
[Inability]
Drew was laid out on a tarp that was pulled from somewhere, his shirt ripped of… as well as his skin. Laying open to the air was his ribcage as the skin on his back was peeled away his intestines were pulled out of his stomach and were laying on the ground around him, and the smell. She felt bile rise in her throat as she smelled it. It was Rancid, the one smell that she could compare it to was when everyone came back from vacation and found out that muffles had pooped everywhere besides his litterbox. She dropped the supplies and quickly knelt down, a squeal escaped her lips as she landed on her hurt knee, shifting through to find something, anything that could fix him.
{Nexus anti-tampering measures enabled, multi dimensional attack blocked}
"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock." came the voice of one of the monsters that was in the basement.
[Query]
She wanted someone, anyone to help her, she needed to fix Dad!
{Dangerous Environment identified}
She needed to fix Drew!
{Searching for methods of extrication}
She needed to fix Muffles!
[Que..] {Method identified}
She needed to fix Mom!
{Champion intervention needed}
And she didn't know how to, she didn't even know if she could fix this at all.
{Searching for viable Champions}
She cried, as the realization set over her. She couldn't help them. Not alone at least. That's when she saw them, those Phantoms behind Drew. The Chromatic figures with blurred outlines. There were three, all of them holding out their hand. The one on the far left took the shape of a huntress of some kind, a longbow, made of bone, thrown over her shoulder and a bone like set of armor adorning her body. Her face was not visible, as it was covered by a mask that had two tusks protruding from the base, matching the ones that were adorning her helmet. The second figure was much taller, probably being about six and a half feet tall with green armor that looked like it was made by a tinker. The only notable thing that he carried on him was a double barrel shotgun, though she somehow knew it was more dangerous than it seemed. The last figure was perhaps the least imposing of all, standing at about the same height as her, though instead of flesh, she only saw bone, as the skeleton (adorned with a blue sweatshirt) held her gaze with his glowing left eye.
{Champions Selected… Summon-}
Summon Select:
[] Take the hand of the Hunter of Dragons
AN: I'll be around to answer questions in the chat for awhile, so feel free to ask clarifying questions.
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Character Sheet
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Riley (cape name?)
PLACE HOLDER ART:
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Traits:
Cheerful - A master of keeping a smile on her face and a song in her heart.
Practical - She knows that there is a time for fun and a time for work, she is resourceful at combining both
Amoral - She is to young to have a defined moral system, She is more likely to make decisions without caring about adverse effects to others,
Disturbed - She has seen things that would drive most men insane, the experience has changed her and her views, on what is considered extreme, are very warped
Known Facets of Power:
-Can summon "Champions" that may help her in her time of need.
Known Downsides of power:
-
Current summons:
Current Goals:
Heal family.
PLACE HOLDER ART:
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Traits:
Cheerful - A master of keeping a smile on her face and a song in her heart.
Practical - She knows that there is a time for fun and a time for work, she is resourceful at combining both
Amoral - She is to young to have a defined moral system, She is more likely to make decisions without caring about adverse effects to others,
Disturbed - She has seen things that would drive most men insane, the experience has changed her and her views, on what is considered extreme, are very warped
Known Facets of Power:
-Can summon "Champions" that may help her in her time of need.
Known Downsides of power:
-
Current summons:
Current Goals:
Heal family.
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Interlude: First Summon- Dragonborn [NA]
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She was at home when it happened.
{Summoning Dragonborn-Huntress, [Name not found]}
Or, what she considered home anyway. The College of Winterhold was where she spent most of her time anyway, with the rebellion quashed and some nords slapped after explaining that, Yes the Thalmor specifically denounced Talos to get you idiots to start a war with the empire, he still exists though, so fuck em, she mostly resigned herself to focusing on the Alduin situation.
Now, fighting Alduin wasn't the biggest hurdle that she had faced with stopping the end of the world, it was the aftermath. With the Blades up in arms at the dragons following Paarthurnax's way of the voice (couldn't let them be really, she personally thought that they could do with blowing off some steam) and the rest of the dragons just being dicks and pillaging places cause they had to 'Prove their strength and ability to lead' (Alduin's dead fuckers, just calm your non existent tits). It was a mess. Eventually she had collected enough skulls that those that were still intent on proving how "Strong" they were just fought among themselves for fear of drawing her ire. That seemed to appease the blades and they mostly disbanded or joined up with the companions (which she also sorta ran, though her lack of skill in swords and hammers mostly meant that she handed the job off to Farkas) and she finally relaxed, for lack of a better term.
When she could finally spend the hundreds of thousands of gold that she had saved up, she fixed up the college, built a home close by in Dawnstar, and relaxed. And life was nice, well, as good as it could get anyway.
Though she still felt restless, like sitting down for so long, that pins and needles feeling across her everything. She'd been an Archmage for about three years now, and every single day she longed for the days when she wandered from one end of skyrim to the other. Wrestling bears, collecting frost spider web, being a dick to Draugr, ah... those were the days. But now… day in, day out, paper-work, assuring Nords they aren't trying to replace the nine divines, fighting off the newly escaped student "project" (which more often was actually a Daedra that escaped its bonds but we had to save a bit of face), it was stressful, and not in the fun way. She hated it, she just wanted to leave, and she set things up so that Mirabelle could take over whenever she left.
So when a strange glowing blue portal appeared literally in the middle of her fucking bedroom, whispering about saving the universe again, she took her time in considering her options.
On one hand, she had no idea where it led, no idea what was on the other side, and probably was extremely dangerous as saving the world usually is a dangerous task. She knew mostly because she'd already done it three or four times (if you count stopping a war with skyrim), and she almost died a number of times. I mean, it kinda came with the "Dragonborn" title and all, so she could get that.
On the other hand, No paperwork.
"The nexus is waiting Dragonborn, it is in danger, if it is destro-"
"Ok- First of all, my name is Alyssa. Second, you've said that about a hundred times already. Third, you just seem as sketchy as sherogoth (as the mad god should be). So gimme a sec ok?"
"-yed the universe will end, time is of the essence Dragonborn." The portal finished.
"ALYSSA! AH-LYSS-AH! Call me by my name please!" She decided that this portal was an asshole. But…
No more paper-work…
Shit, she's gonna do it isn't she? She groaned rubbing her eyes. "Okay, I'll help, just gimme five minutes okay? Okay." She pleaded with the portal. She quickly rushed over to the armor stand which was empty save for a single Pendant. The Pendant itself was a simple in its design at first glance, gold chain with a diamond embedded into the Pendant itself. She quickly slipped it off of the mannequin before sliding it around her own neck, under her Archmage's robes. Willing into the Pendant she glowed softly for a moment as she felt the robes seemingly evaporate around her before solidifying into her hand made Dragon scale armor, with her Dragon-Bone bow as well already slung over her shoulder with its quiver full of Dragon-Bone arrows. Now that she thought about it, she was basically wearing a dragon wasn't she? Eh, whatever, she thought as she went around the room picking up various potions, gems, poisons, and food-items before holding it up to her Pendant, watching it disappear with a flash.
Finished with her preparations she quickly ran down the stairs to the Arcanaeum where Mirabelle was giving a lesson. Almost kicking the door open she rushed past the fountain over to Mirabelle, pushing what she thought was a new khajiit student out of the way (she didn't particularly care at the moment), she saw the look of dawning look of horror on the restoration teachers face.
"Archmage? Is it a dragon attack?" She asked with a hint of fear, though her composure didn't let it show to the students, but Alyssa knew her too well and could see through it.
"No Mirabelle. I need a favor." Her smile was probably a bit too wide at this moment.
"Archmage, I'm sure this can wait, I'm teaching a-"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it can't, and I'm leaving in about 30 seconds so just listen. I hereby grant you the title of Acting-Archmage until I return from…. A place… that I'm going to.... It may be awhile ok?"
"Ah, thank you? Alyssa I- where are you going?" Her head turning to watch as Alyssa walked away, back to the stairwell leading to the archmage's quarters.
"Like I said, needa go, 'Archmage Alyssa' is required elsewhere. Not in elsweyr but- you get my point." And she slammed the stairwell door shut behind her.
It wasn't long before she found herself standing in front of the blue shimmering disk once more, and then....
Stepped through...
--And her mind was consumed by the currents of the universe--
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When awareness came back to her, she was standing in a dark room, the smell of blood permeating it. To her left was a man some sort of button up cotton shirt, stained in blood. To her right, a young man, cut open along the chest and stomach, blood spilling out of him onto the ground, growing into a slowly expanding pool. And in front of her…
In front of her lay a girl, no older than ten. Her blond hair stained with bloody hand-prints as well as her small blood soaked hands, which were clutched around an obviously bruising knee. She reached out, by some unknown instinct, to help her in some way, even just getting her off the ground.
And the Girl took Alyssa's hand…
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{Summoning Dragonborn-Huntress, [Name not found]}
Or, what she considered home anyway. The College of Winterhold was where she spent most of her time anyway, with the rebellion quashed and some nords slapped after explaining that, Yes the Thalmor specifically denounced Talos to get you idiots to start a war with the empire, he still exists though, so fuck em, she mostly resigned herself to focusing on the Alduin situation.
Now, fighting Alduin wasn't the biggest hurdle that she had faced with stopping the end of the world, it was the aftermath. With the Blades up in arms at the dragons following Paarthurnax's way of the voice (couldn't let them be really, she personally thought that they could do with blowing off some steam) and the rest of the dragons just being dicks and pillaging places cause they had to 'Prove their strength and ability to lead' (Alduin's dead fuckers, just calm your non existent tits). It was a mess. Eventually she had collected enough skulls that those that were still intent on proving how "Strong" they were just fought among themselves for fear of drawing her ire. That seemed to appease the blades and they mostly disbanded or joined up with the companions (which she also sorta ran, though her lack of skill in swords and hammers mostly meant that she handed the job off to Farkas) and she finally relaxed, for lack of a better term.
When she could finally spend the hundreds of thousands of gold that she had saved up, she fixed up the college, built a home close by in Dawnstar, and relaxed. And life was nice, well, as good as it could get anyway.
Though she still felt restless, like sitting down for so long, that pins and needles feeling across her everything. She'd been an Archmage for about three years now, and every single day she longed for the days when she wandered from one end of skyrim to the other. Wrestling bears, collecting frost spider web, being a dick to Draugr, ah... those were the days. But now… day in, day out, paper-work, assuring Nords they aren't trying to replace the nine divines, fighting off the newly escaped student "project" (which more often was actually a Daedra that escaped its bonds but we had to save a bit of face), it was stressful, and not in the fun way. She hated it, she just wanted to leave, and she set things up so that Mirabelle could take over whenever she left.
So when a strange glowing blue portal appeared literally in the middle of her fucking bedroom, whispering about saving the universe again, she took her time in considering her options.
On one hand, she had no idea where it led, no idea what was on the other side, and probably was extremely dangerous as saving the world usually is a dangerous task. She knew mostly because she'd already done it three or four times (if you count stopping a war with skyrim), and she almost died a number of times. I mean, it kinda came with the "Dragonborn" title and all, so she could get that.
On the other hand, No paperwork.
"The nexus is waiting Dragonborn, it is in danger, if it is destro-"
"Ok- First of all, my name is Alyssa. Second, you've said that about a hundred times already. Third, you just seem as sketchy as sherogoth (as the mad god should be). So gimme a sec ok?"
"-yed the universe will end, time is of the essence Dragonborn." The portal finished.
"ALYSSA! AH-LYSS-AH! Call me by my name please!" She decided that this portal was an asshole. But…
No more paper-work…
Shit, she's gonna do it isn't she? She groaned rubbing her eyes. "Okay, I'll help, just gimme five minutes okay? Okay." She pleaded with the portal. She quickly rushed over to the armor stand which was empty save for a single Pendant. The Pendant itself was a simple in its design at first glance, gold chain with a diamond embedded into the Pendant itself. She quickly slipped it off of the mannequin before sliding it around her own neck, under her Archmage's robes. Willing into the Pendant she glowed softly for a moment as she felt the robes seemingly evaporate around her before solidifying into her hand made Dragon scale armor, with her Dragon-Bone bow as well already slung over her shoulder with its quiver full of Dragon-Bone arrows. Now that she thought about it, she was basically wearing a dragon wasn't she? Eh, whatever, she thought as she went around the room picking up various potions, gems, poisons, and food-items before holding it up to her Pendant, watching it disappear with a flash.
Finished with her preparations she quickly ran down the stairs to the Arcanaeum where Mirabelle was giving a lesson. Almost kicking the door open she rushed past the fountain over to Mirabelle, pushing what she thought was a new khajiit student out of the way (she didn't particularly care at the moment), she saw the look of dawning look of horror on the restoration teachers face.
"Archmage? Is it a dragon attack?" She asked with a hint of fear, though her composure didn't let it show to the students, but Alyssa knew her too well and could see through it.
"No Mirabelle. I need a favor." Her smile was probably a bit too wide at this moment.
"Archmage, I'm sure this can wait, I'm teaching a-"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it can't, and I'm leaving in about 30 seconds so just listen. I hereby grant you the title of Acting-Archmage until I return from…. A place… that I'm going to.... It may be awhile ok?"
"Ah, thank you? Alyssa I- where are you going?" Her head turning to watch as Alyssa walked away, back to the stairwell leading to the archmage's quarters.
"Like I said, needa go, 'Archmage Alyssa' is required elsewhere. Not in elsweyr but- you get my point." And she slammed the stairwell door shut behind her.
It wasn't long before she found herself standing in front of the blue shimmering disk once more, and then....
Stepped through...
--And her mind was consumed by the currents of the universe--
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When awareness came back to her, she was standing in a dark room, the smell of blood permeating it. To her left was a man some sort of button up cotton shirt, stained in blood. To her right, a young man, cut open along the chest and stomach, blood spilling out of him onto the ground, growing into a slowly expanding pool. And in front of her…
In front of her lay a girl, no older than ten. Her blond hair stained with bloody hand-prints as well as her small blood soaked hands, which were clutched around an obviously bruising knee. She reached out, by some unknown instinct, to help her in some way, even just getting her off the ground.
And the Girl took Alyssa's hand…
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