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Tryll and Gytha (Tryll; 83 days left)

Started by Anastasia, November 06, 2017, 02:06:04 PM

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Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

'Well, I'll start with the parts you don't know, since going over absolutely everything would be an amusingly pointless waste of time. I remember going from having a body, to...not. Then dashing through a rift as everything else died around us. I'm rather embarrassed to admit that I hid for quite a long time. An embarrassingly-large amount of time. A few hundred thousand years. Self-pity and self-loathing are not good companions when you are alone. I wandered my way onto Arborea and lurked there for a few thousand years after learning that standard mortals are frightfully easy to spook. Have you noticed that? I look perfectly normal, show up to say hello, and then there's screaming. Really. It's just rude. I'm digressing.

After getting fed up with that, I headed to Arborea. Met a few firre that used to be irrigo. That was a big surprise. I'm pretty sure the Triune has something to do with the Court of Stars, perhaps they're a so-far-hidden godly member, or perhaps even a facet of the Queen. I'm not about to just ask, though. It's rude. Also irrelevant.

Anyway, after a while on Arborea, I met Calleigh. We hit it off very well. Well enough that we eventually formed a familiar bond between us. We had loads of fun and I was able to get over myself after a while but things change. Calleigh had the idea to prank a rather high-ranking tulani. This particular tulani had annoyed her some time before we met, and she had a bit of a grudge. I'm digressing again but I love this story so I'm going to tell it anyway. Anyway, particularly stuff tulani who had made it his business to thwart Calleigh's pranks. I doubt he did it maliciously, but it annoyed her. So after disguising a large water balloon filled with paint as his favorite chair at Court and it exploding on him right in front of Queen Morwell, we were both politely asked to find somewhere else to be.

We chose Limbo, because why not? We weren't there more than ten minutes before we wandered into a group of slaad who were instantly enamored with Calleigh. They took her to their boss, who happened to be Renbuu. Renbuu took a shine to her too, so we stayed with him for a while. A few hundred years. We learned a lot about making art, but didn't actually improve. It was fun. So we went to Brightwater and became artists. Pretty terrible ones.'

"We weren't that bad!" Calleigh protests.

'We got thrown out of more galleries than I can count.' Tryll retorts, 'We lived on the streets of Brightwater for maybe two hundred years. Being homeless is surprisingly easy when you don't need to eat or sleep or drink or really need shelter. Some time before this, we also got the attention of the Silverbrow Consortium, and we started doing odd mercenary jobs. Gem dragons. Delightful people.

Anyway, we did some gallivanting and some liberating. Lots of covert work and parties. People love courres. Calleigh became my face to the world at large and I make sure she's both entertained and not dead. The planes are a scary place, after all. Anyway, at some point we were hired to liberate a pack of spies on a Prime named Lifasa during their last big war. Went real well and we got really fond of the place. Stayed there for a couple of years afterward as their golden age got started, then made our way back to Brightwater. After that, odd jobs kept us busy. Street life wasn't too bad.

We were understandably upset when we heard that Lifasa had been taken over by Hell. Somehow the devils managed to concoct a plan to shift the entire plane closer to Hell, and now it's teetering on the edge of either joining with one of the nine layers, or becoming a new layer entirely. We certainly don't want to find out which one it'll be, so here we are. This is Aurora, once named Medicant. You might have heard of its creator. Either way, we were shortly tapped by the Consortium to come help out. We agreed to do it for free because, well, look around. It's pretty great.

While helping out, I came to the realization that I wasn't quite up to the task. I'd met other creatures in my travels that were paragons of their race, creatures that were the closest to the perfect ideal of a race as one can get. Something about destiny. One of the forces arrayed against us is Taelfagn, the Duke of Destiny. He directly manipulates the destiny of a given thing to suit his best plan, I believe. Or so I'm told. Either way, I thought this suited me well. I was a creature outside of destiny. Our destinies ended at the same time as our home. So I figured it would be easy. Calleigh ALSO wanted to be a paragon, but I think that's only because Lathander told her that courres could be paragons.

When we finally managed to complete the ritual, we were being assisted by a third friend, and suddenly the Triune was paying attention to us. Commands were handed down to restart the race, find them a new home, and lead them to glory. Gytha was already here, and I figured I'd see if any of the rest of us wanted to come and pitch in.

If you're interested, the perks include: Divine mandate, blasphemous soul magic, weird badger slaad, ghost girls, a titanic prismatic dragon, likely eternal glory, probable derring-do, more ancient books than you can shake a stick at, and possible deification.

Your thoughts?'
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

'I'm in,' Kirna says, 'It's way more interesting than chasing down things in the City of Brass.'
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

'Come on, you can tell me what you were looking for in Fire while we go down to Gytha's Laboratory of Alchemical Horrors and Fun.'
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Wow you wrote a ton, that was nice. Didn't mean to one line reply it, I just wasn't expecting all of that.

What's your next move now that you're getting Kirna on board?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Cool, cool. What's your move regarding that?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Cool. What questions? Go post the expense in loot.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

1000 gold cost. Now go ahead and post that and work up the dread questions.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?