The last day of summer is a beautiful one. The wind is warm and whispers through the leaves...
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The last day of summer is a beautiful one. The wind is warm and whispers through the leaves. Sunlight streams through the trees, dappled shadows flowing across the forest floor.
A small huddle of rough wooden structures rest in a small clearing, and a crowd is forming around the largest structure. The people of the forest tribe peek into the windows of their chief's hut, drawn by the rare sound of a child's cry.
The inside is surprising, considering the exterior. Smooth stone covers the floor and is swept clean for the birthing. Vegetables and herbs hang from the ceiling, furs and metalcraft line the walls, and a pot of water bubbles over a fire, warming the whole room. The hut gives off a cozy feeling, only slightly lessened by the massive axe on the wall.
The bed is occupied by an exhausted looking woman holding a pair of bundles in her arms, and the crowd oos and ahhs at the sight. Twins? The chief preens at the awed stares, only to look sheepish when the midwife nudges him towards his children.
The chief is a huge man, towering over his wife like a mighty oak over a bush. He is famous for his valor in combat, his fur-clad body covered in fierce scars, but the expression on his bearded face is gentle, fascinated, even.
The new mother is a gentle-looking woman, beautiful and golden-haired, a contrast to wild looks and the dark black hair of her husband. On most days her face is set with a wide smile, but today her brow is creased in worry. There is one child crying, but there are two in her grasp.
The twins are as much a contrast as their parents. The firstborn, a boy, dwarfs his sister, and his lungs are put to full use. The girl is eerily silent, staring at her brother with what looks to be annoyance, ice blue eyes glittering in the light.
The tribe elder, an old woman leaning heavily on her decorated staff, pushes past the people crowding around the door and hobbles into the hut, milky eyes focused on newborns.
Magic swirls around the children like a roaring ocean, rippling waves of color swirling around the pair. The son produces magic like a fountain, the firefly-like spirits sparkling around his head and their fluttering halting his cries. He coos in wonder and the elder has to suppress a gasp. To see the spirits this soon is a sign of world-changing talent. His font of magic combined with their guidance could mean power beyond even her ancient knowledge. The spirits agree, and they honor him by resting in his hair like a crown of lights. He has their approval, so the elder nods her head and happily offers hers as well. For the first time in decades, the elder feels a need to smile. He will change everything.
Then she focuses on the daughter.
Mystic power approaches her flesh, and for the lack of a better word, dies. Magic drowns in an unending void wrapped around the girl, spirits drawn by the foreign phenomenon sucked into her body and screaming in anguish. This time The elder cannot hold back her shock, and when the girl places those eyes on her, the elder cannot help but feel that she is staring into the maw of death itself.
For a long, long moment, the elder sees nothing but the broken husk of all Creation.
Then the girl turns away, and the spell is broken.
After a deep, shuddering breath, the elder realizes that she is shaking on the floor.The people stare and the chief hurries over to her side, worriedly offering her a hand up.
The elder stares at the girl, and the void is gone. A hallucination... or a vision?
The spirits stay far, far away.
She slaps away the chief's hand and struggles to stand, suppressing her shivers with decades of willpower. She begins to hobble away, a future of annihilation in her mind. As she exits, she croaks out a single sentence.
"They will decide our fate."
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Pick the perspective for the quest:
[] The Boy The New Bringer of Magic
[] The Girl The End of All Fantasy
Name the MC's?
[]Write in?
[]Leave it to Art!
This quest is in an Original Setting, but the powersets are borrowed from a quest I ran a while ago. Don't worry about that though, just pick the side you find most interesting!
A small huddle of rough wooden structures rest in a small clearing, and a crowd is forming around the largest structure. The people of the forest tribe peek into the windows of their chief's hut, drawn by the rare sound of a child's cry.
The inside is surprising, considering the exterior. Smooth stone covers the floor and is swept clean for the birthing. Vegetables and herbs hang from the ceiling, furs and metalcraft line the walls, and a pot of water bubbles over a fire, warming the whole room. The hut gives off a cozy feeling, only slightly lessened by the massive axe on the wall.
The bed is occupied by an exhausted looking woman holding a pair of bundles in her arms, and the crowd oos and ahhs at the sight. Twins? The chief preens at the awed stares, only to look sheepish when the midwife nudges him towards his children.
The chief is a huge man, towering over his wife like a mighty oak over a bush. He is famous for his valor in combat, his fur-clad body covered in fierce scars, but the expression on his bearded face is gentle, fascinated, even.
The new mother is a gentle-looking woman, beautiful and golden-haired, a contrast to wild looks and the dark black hair of her husband. On most days her face is set with a wide smile, but today her brow is creased in worry. There is one child crying, but there are two in her grasp.
The twins are as much a contrast as their parents. The firstborn, a boy, dwarfs his sister, and his lungs are put to full use. The girl is eerily silent, staring at her brother with what looks to be annoyance, ice blue eyes glittering in the light.
The tribe elder, an old woman leaning heavily on her decorated staff, pushes past the people crowding around the door and hobbles into the hut, milky eyes focused on newborns.
Magic swirls around the children like a roaring ocean, rippling waves of color swirling around the pair. The son produces magic like a fountain, the firefly-like spirits sparkling around his head and their fluttering halting his cries. He coos in wonder and the elder has to suppress a gasp. To see the spirits this soon is a sign of world-changing talent. His font of magic combined with their guidance could mean power beyond even her ancient knowledge. The spirits agree, and they honor him by resting in his hair like a crown of lights. He has their approval, so the elder nods her head and happily offers hers as well. For the first time in decades, the elder feels a need to smile. He will change everything.
Then she focuses on the daughter.
Mystic power approaches her flesh, and for the lack of a better word, dies. Magic drowns in an unending void wrapped around the girl, spirits drawn by the foreign phenomenon sucked into her body and screaming in anguish. This time The elder cannot hold back her shock, and when the girl places those eyes on her, the elder cannot help but feel that she is staring into the maw of death itself.
For a long, long moment, the elder sees nothing but the broken husk of all Creation.
Then the girl turns away, and the spell is broken.
After a deep, shuddering breath, the elder realizes that she is shaking on the floor.The people stare and the chief hurries over to her side, worriedly offering her a hand up.
The elder stares at the girl, and the void is gone. A hallucination... or a vision?
The spirits stay far, far away.
She slaps away the chief's hand and struggles to stand, suppressing her shivers with decades of willpower. She begins to hobble away, a future of annihilation in her mind. As she exits, she croaks out a single sentence.
"They will decide our fate."
____________________________________________________________________
Pick the perspective for the quest:
[] The Boy The New Bringer of Magic
[] The Girl The End of All Fantasy
Name the MC's?
[]Write in?
[]Leave it to Art!
This quest is in an Original Setting, but the powersets are borrowed from a quest I ran a while ago. Don't worry about that though, just pick the side you find most interesting!
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edmantgoog
init high just high
[X] The Girl The End of All Fantasy
Name the MC's?
[X] Hideyoshi and Yuuko Kinoshita
Name the MC's?
[X] Hideyoshi and Yuuko Kinoshita
[x] Girl
[x] Stare
[x] Stare
Are those name suggestions or actions?
[X] The Girl The End of All Fantasy
[X] Leave it to Art!
[X] Leave it to Art!
Mine was a name suggestion. Stare Pris.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
[x] The Boy
Let's keep magic alive for now~
[x]Leave it to Art!
I really want to know how one ends up with a name as long as that. C:
Let's keep magic alive for now~
[x]Leave it to Art!
I really want to know how one ends up with a name as long as that. C:
"Nialla."
The newly-named child blinks up at the golden-haired woman with a pensive expression.
A deep laugh rumbles through the air to her left. She turns her head and sees the massive bear of a man wipe a tear of mirth from his eye. "Your grandmother's name? You want our daughter to end up like that old crone?"
The woman huffs. "Grandmother was a wonderful woman. The first Mage in nearly five hundred years of my family's history. She brought in decades of prosperity and honor for my people, and for a while our name was one that the whole world knew. You cannot mock her just because she was mean to you."
The bear sputters and your mother continues, stone-faced. "The elder said our children will decide our fate. My beautiful daughter deserves a beautiful name. What better name than one owned by the leader of a new age?"
The bear, for lack of a better description, pouts at the mother. She smiles and hands Nialla to him, while the mother reaches back into the crib and takes out the son. The bear smells, to no one's surprise, like a bear, musty animal fur and the forest mixed up in his long, bushy beard. The girl scrunches her nose at him, and he grins goofily down at her.
The woman grunts and heaves up her other child, nearly twice the size of her daughter. "Now for our son, he deserves a name that will show how strong he will become. What about Jago?"
The bear stops making faces and boggles at his wife. "After Great King Jago? Do you truly believe he can live up to such a name?"
The mother narrows her eyes.
He guffaws and grabs his wife in a huge hug. The two children cry out in shock as they are suddenly smothered between fur and cotton. "Of course, of course! No greater honor for a man than to be named after the Uniter. Jago, my son and heir! Nialla, my wonderful daughter!"
The family laughs and revels in the joy of new life. Even the son is caught up in the mood, laughing in glee as he is thrown in the air by his father. The mother's joy is far more subdued, content with rocking her daughter back in forth.
The daughter, however, has her face twisted in a frown.
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She can think about thinking.
She knows that such a thing is impossible. How she knows such a thing is impossible is beyond her, but she knows it isn't possible for a baby to be able to think. And yet, here she is, thinking about the impossibility of her having the capacity to think.
A headache is starting to form.
She watches her family bounce about, the bear, apparently her father, throwing her much larger brother into the air with a dangerous-looking exuberance. She lays in her mother's arms, some golden hairs tickling her nose and causing her to sneeze.
The beautiful woman coos and giggles at her expression. Her nose is wiped and her forehead is kissed, and for a moment, Nialla wriggles into her mother's warmth.
Then she begins to feel very uncomfortable about being treated like a baby.
She is a baby, so it shouldn't bother her, but at the same time, she doesn't really have the mind of one. Does that make her a baby or not?
The headache worsens.
She resists the urge to cry out in irritation. Awareness has done nothing but bother her. Has she been enchanted? How would she even know if she has been enchanted or not?
Nialla immediately stops that train of thought and instead draws upon something that always made her feel better.
She Breathed, not through her nose, but through her Soul.
She remembers the sensation of drawing in power this way a few days before. Laying beside her constantly sleeping brother, simply staring at the ceiling filled with random foods and knicknacks hanging from vines. She felt warmth, and wanted more, so she merely willed and took it.
The effect is immediate. The warmth fills her very being, saturating every part of her body with power. She lets out a little hiccup, as if suddenly full of a very good meal.
It takes her a moment to notice that the room has gone awkwardly silent. Her brother is now put out that the throws have stopped, and her parents have turned the slightest shade of white.
What's the matter with them?
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As the year goes on, Nialla begins to realize that Breathing through her Soul makes people sick.
Very sick.
A careless Breath and people begin to shiver and look around nervously. Extended periods of time spent in her presence made people ill, and now that she looks for it, she can see the noticeable paleness grow in people with every Breath she takes.
Her mother was a vibrant, glowing woman. Nialla didn't notice how pale the woman got the longer she spent in her presence, and only stopped Breathing when she noticed that her mother had gone eerily still.
Her mother didn't leave her bed for three days afterwards. Even after she recovered, she was never quite the same.
Breathing around people feels wonderful. It makes Nialla feel stronger, and she is simply... better afterwards. She knows more, her thinking comes faster and smoother, and that hole in her belly gets fuller, even if only a little. She has seen amazing things, clashes of blades and armies stained in blood. She has seen fire burning down forests in dazzling displays of orange in reds, turning the tide of immense beasts. Around her mother, she sees scenes of magic, complex and involved, but capable of truly incredible things. She becomes closer and closer to understanding with every Breath she takes.
Breathing is amazing. It also brings people closer and closer to death.
The only exception was her brother, who never lost energy no matter how much she Breathed around him. She never improved though, and that ruined the experience.
For a while, people liked to visit the chief's hut and hold the newborns, make faces at them, give them presents.
After a while, fewer and fewer people did things with her. Her brother enjoyed greater popularity.
Nialla wasn't sure how to feel about that.
The year ended with malicious whispers around the daughter of the Chief.
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The next year, Nialla decided to (Pick 2) -
[]Figure out the mechanics of her Breathing. She needs to-
-[]Improve it!
-[]Weaken it?
-[]Remove it altogether!?
[]Figure out what her brother is always grabbing at when they are alone.
[]Figure out the meaning of the images she has seen!
-[]The Scenes of War?
-[] The Wrath of Nature?
-[]The Secrets of Magic?
[]The End of Everything?
[]Channel her new strength into movement!
[Search for the Fallen?
[]Write in?
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Nialla has gained-
Traits:
Breath of the Soul - Nialla takes in energy to make herself stronger! If she does it around people, she gains what seems to be their memories and power, at the cost of making them very physically weak for a period of time, and slightly weaker for much longer after that. Strangely, there are also some things that are... out of place?
Unnatural Intelligence - Nialla is very, very smart. She gains knowledge at an extremely accelerated rate, and by her calculations, she can be knowledgable in anything after a few months of study.
???
???
???
Reputation:
Home Village - (Uneasy) - People don't like to be around Nialla. Her presence is bad luck, so they say, and while they don't want to offend the chief, that doesn't stop them from whispering some very cruel things when he isn't listening. Unfortunately, the subject can understand them.
The newly-named child blinks up at the golden-haired woman with a pensive expression.
A deep laugh rumbles through the air to her left. She turns her head and sees the massive bear of a man wipe a tear of mirth from his eye. "Your grandmother's name? You want our daughter to end up like that old crone?"
The woman huffs. "Grandmother was a wonderful woman. The first Mage in nearly five hundred years of my family's history. She brought in decades of prosperity and honor for my people, and for a while our name was one that the whole world knew. You cannot mock her just because she was mean to you."
The bear sputters and your mother continues, stone-faced. "The elder said our children will decide our fate. My beautiful daughter deserves a beautiful name. What better name than one owned by the leader of a new age?"
The bear, for lack of a better description, pouts at the mother. She smiles and hands Nialla to him, while the mother reaches back into the crib and takes out the son. The bear smells, to no one's surprise, like a bear, musty animal fur and the forest mixed up in his long, bushy beard. The girl scrunches her nose at him, and he grins goofily down at her.
The woman grunts and heaves up her other child, nearly twice the size of her daughter. "Now for our son, he deserves a name that will show how strong he will become. What about Jago?"
The bear stops making faces and boggles at his wife. "After Great King Jago? Do you truly believe he can live up to such a name?"
The mother narrows her eyes.
He guffaws and grabs his wife in a huge hug. The two children cry out in shock as they are suddenly smothered between fur and cotton. "Of course, of course! No greater honor for a man than to be named after the Uniter. Jago, my son and heir! Nialla, my wonderful daughter!"
The family laughs and revels in the joy of new life. Even the son is caught up in the mood, laughing in glee as he is thrown in the air by his father. The mother's joy is far more subdued, content with rocking her daughter back in forth.
The daughter, however, has her face twisted in a frown.
_________________________________________________________________________________
She can think about thinking.
She knows that such a thing is impossible. How she knows such a thing is impossible is beyond her, but she knows it isn't possible for a baby to be able to think. And yet, here she is, thinking about the impossibility of her having the capacity to think.
A headache is starting to form.
She watches her family bounce about, the bear, apparently her father, throwing her much larger brother into the air with a dangerous-looking exuberance. She lays in her mother's arms, some golden hairs tickling her nose and causing her to sneeze.
The beautiful woman coos and giggles at her expression. Her nose is wiped and her forehead is kissed, and for a moment, Nialla wriggles into her mother's warmth.
Then she begins to feel very uncomfortable about being treated like a baby.
She is a baby, so it shouldn't bother her, but at the same time, she doesn't really have the mind of one. Does that make her a baby or not?
The headache worsens.
She resists the urge to cry out in irritation. Awareness has done nothing but bother her. Has she been enchanted? How would she even know if she has been enchanted or not?
Nialla immediately stops that train of thought and instead draws upon something that always made her feel better.
She Breathed, not through her nose, but through her Soul.
She remembers the sensation of drawing in power this way a few days before. Laying beside her constantly sleeping brother, simply staring at the ceiling filled with random foods and knicknacks hanging from vines. She felt warmth, and wanted more, so she merely willed and took it.
The effect is immediate. The warmth fills her very being, saturating every part of her body with power. She lets out a little hiccup, as if suddenly full of a very good meal.
It takes her a moment to notice that the room has gone awkwardly silent. Her brother is now put out that the throws have stopped, and her parents have turned the slightest shade of white.
What's the matter with them?
_________________________________________________________________________________
As the year goes on, Nialla begins to realize that Breathing through her Soul makes people sick.
Very sick.
A careless Breath and people begin to shiver and look around nervously. Extended periods of time spent in her presence made people ill, and now that she looks for it, she can see the noticeable paleness grow in people with every Breath she takes.
Her mother was a vibrant, glowing woman. Nialla didn't notice how pale the woman got the longer she spent in her presence, and only stopped Breathing when she noticed that her mother had gone eerily still.
Her mother didn't leave her bed for three days afterwards. Even after she recovered, she was never quite the same.
Breathing around people feels wonderful. It makes Nialla feel stronger, and she is simply... better afterwards. She knows more, her thinking comes faster and smoother, and that hole in her belly gets fuller, even if only a little. She has seen amazing things, clashes of blades and armies stained in blood. She has seen fire burning down forests in dazzling displays of orange in reds, turning the tide of immense beasts. Around her mother, she sees scenes of magic, complex and involved, but capable of truly incredible things. She becomes closer and closer to understanding with every Breath she takes.
Breathing is amazing. It also brings people closer and closer to death.
The only exception was her brother, who never lost energy no matter how much she Breathed around him. She never improved though, and that ruined the experience.
For a while, people liked to visit the chief's hut and hold the newborns, make faces at them, give them presents.
After a while, fewer and fewer people did things with her. Her brother enjoyed greater popularity.
Nialla wasn't sure how to feel about that.
The year ended with malicious whispers around the daughter of the Chief.
__________________________________________________________________________________
The next year, Nialla decided to (Pick 2) -
[]Figure out the mechanics of her Breathing. She needs to-
-[]Improve it!
-[]Weaken it?
-[]Remove it altogether!?
[]Figure out what her brother is always grabbing at when they are alone.
[]Figure out the meaning of the images she has seen!
-[]The Scenes of War?
-[] The Wrath of Nature?
-[]The Secrets of Magic?
[]The End of Everything?
[]Channel her new strength into movement!
[Search for the Fallen?
[]Write in?
------------------------------
Nialla has gained-
Traits:
Breath of the Soul - Nialla takes in energy to make herself stronger! If she does it around people, she gains what seems to be their memories and power, at the cost of making them very physically weak for a period of time, and slightly weaker for much longer after that. Strangely, there are also some things that are... out of place?
Unnatural Intelligence - Nialla is very, very smart. She gains knowledge at an extremely accelerated rate, and by her calculations, she can be knowledgable in anything after a few months of study.
???
???
???
Reputation:
Home Village - (Uneasy) - People don't like to be around Nialla. Her presence is bad luck, so they say, and while they don't want to offend the chief, that doesn't stop them from whispering some very cruel things when he isn't listening. Unfortunately, the subject can understand them.
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Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
[X]Figure out what her brother is always grabbing at when they are alone.
[X]Search for the Fallen?
We must know what our brother sees so we can steal it!
And hidden options are always fun and never go wrong.
[X]Search for the Fallen?
We must know what our brother sees so we can steal it!
And hidden options are always fun and never go wrong.
[X] Figure out the mechanics of her Breathing. She needs to-
-[X] Improve it!
--[X] Try to find a way to breathe and get better at things without weakening other people.
[X]Search for the Fallen?
edit
-[X] Improve it!
--[X] Try to find a way to breathe and get better at things without weakening other people.
[X]Search for the Fallen?
edit
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Three people wanting to figure out the mechanics on breathing, but don't agree on the details.
Two for moving, two for stealing from your brother, and two for the hidden option.
Any more votes? Does anyone want to change?
Two for moving, two for stealing from your brother, and two for the hidden option.
Any more votes? Does anyone want to change?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] Figure out the mechanics of her Breathing. She needs to-
-[X] Improve it!
--[X] Try to find a way to breathe and get better at things without weakening other people.
[X] Channel her new strength into movement.
-[X] Improve it!
--[X] Try to find a way to breathe and get better at things without weakening other people.
[X] Channel her new strength into movement.
