Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

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    Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Oras Auro on 17th March 2018, 7:49 pm

    Progress was something that required patience, effort, and skill. If you were impatient you could ruin the investigation, training or whatever it was. Patience helped you from missing anything, and from messing up a long term activity. Laziness would prevent any sort of progress. One needed to put effort and energy into a goal of theirs in order to see it through to completion. There were too many who would give up, or decide against it because it was 'too much effort'. When really they were not strong at all. And regardless of if you were patient, and regardless of whether or not you were putting effort and determination into your project or assignment, if you didn't have the appropriate skills required for the task at hand, your progress would either be hindered or would stop altogether.

    Oras possessed and actively practiced each of these. He took his time when the need arose but could also act and think quickly when he needed to. He made constant effort to be observant and be on guard for anything. And at the same time he consistently practiced his magic and other skills to keep them sharp and honed. And today was no exception. There was no day off for Oras. A few days ago he was training and exercising while his pupil was researching. Today he focused on a task that was slowly evading him: Hunting down the truth about this cult that had caught his attention with the plague that spread across Beanstalk Village. He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately, and recently he'd been interrogating the cultist they had prisoner at the village. From what he could gather, there was another cultist who was stationed somewhere around this area. It was extremely vague information so he wasn't entirely sure, but it was a lead so he'd take it. So for the moment he was doing recon, scanning for any evidence of this lead.

    Once he'd found it, if it existed, he could begin looking for any additional clues, written data, symbols, artifacts or anything else that may tell him more about these cultists and their goals. And anyone, or anything that stood in his way would perish. Plague, infected animals, undead, cultists, or another force yet to be discovered. He wasn't about to let them get away this easily.


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    "You think you know what is truth?  A world of facts? Right and wrong?  Universal Laws?  Soon I will show you.  Soon you will see.  You couldn't be more wrong, Guest."






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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Marianna Akeldama on 24th March 2018, 2:51 am


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    Those who were cursed to roam the land of this world eternally had no rest. The sense of danger and hunger that could not be sated was ever-present, driving all but those with strongest will mad in a matter of days, weeks, perhaps few years. But Marianna seemed to be different. It was over a thousand years not since she was cursed with the mark of the Old Gods. And ever since, she could not find peace, not for a single moment. The hunger that was making her feel like her insides were to explode at any moment. The thirst, making her feel like she was roaming nothing but deserts until now.

    Perhaps she had just gotten used to it. Or perhaps it was something else. She did not bother thinking about the reason. Not anymore. After living for so long, everything lost its meaning for her. There was no reason to survive, yet she had to. There was no reason to do anything, but she was forced to. And so, she found herself a sanctuary in the forest near a city of a great population - Magnolia. Only a few minutes past midnight, was it? Well, the skies were dark anyhow, stars trying to illuminate the land swallowed by darkness. But their light was far too dim, not poisonous enough for the vampire.

    It was around this time that she would go to the city and prey on those who would not hide within the safety of their homes. Drunkards, throwing up in the alleyways, late workers or perhaps even couples that were enjoying the stars in a remote location, far away from anyone who could help them. And while she usually did not devour someone completely in order to sate her hunger, few reports of missing people were already present in this city. When the hunger grew great enough, she just could not help herself. But there was something strange that she started noticing a few days ago.

    A reason why she was still sitting beneath one of the many trees surrounding her, rather than being in the city and hunting. There were reports of people missing, yes… but some of them were not her victims. Was there another force at play? Another predator hunting down the careless? It appeared so. And yet, she could not bring herself to care. However, her body twitched. A noise, not too far away from her. Did someone else enter the forest? If so, then perhaps they could prove themselves to be an easy target. And so she waited, those golden eyes of hers illuminating the darkness she was oh so familiar with.

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Oras Auro on 24th March 2018, 8:33 am

    Oras walked through the forest quietly, almost like a phantom the way he moved. He did not want any cultist who may be in the area knowing of his approach, which meant that others couldn't know either.  Walking through a forest of course wasn't the easiest task he could have taken.  Sound was going to be his main opponent here.  Luckily for him he had the perfect weapon for that:  His magic.  Ficticious Actuality took what people perceived as real in their surroundings and twisted, manipulated, warped that reality into things that would throw them off balance.  One of the things he could control and alter was sound.  And because of that, any sound he made froze in mid air, forever suspended until it didn't even exist anymore.  Controlling sound could be tricky, especially since he couldn't actually see them.  However if he was careful enough they could work perfectly.  Especially if he caught every sound coming from him as he walked.  It was a very useful skill for recon missions, which was one of the reasons he had taken the assignment for the Black Rose investigations.  He would find the culprit soon enough, but first he wanted to give the police some information to get started as far as the cults went.

    His magic didn't just end at sounds of course.  He could also alter the light in the air to reflect brighter, darker, or in a completely different pattern.  This allows him to make objects and people appear to be something they are not, or conjure up full images in the air.  That as well as mixing them with sound, he could very well make them seem real.  Furthermore, he had the power of telekinesis, though it was more precise than others typically used.  He can do more than just move objects around.  He can transmute them as well, re constructing their molecules into another element, or just changing their shape.  He could tear the trunk of a large tree, carve it out as a puppet, make it look like Oras and he had another physical illusion that could speak.  That was just one example of course.  What would happen when in the middle of battle the other goes confident because they know he's an illusionist, only to encounter something that seems impossible but is very much real.  That was the true strength of his magic.  Turning their world into nothing more than a nightmare for them and driving them to madness as he destroyed them.

    Of course he hadn't had much practice with the full potential of his magic just yet.  He hadn't found anyone strong enough to do so just yet.  It was a bit tiring but he was patient.  Besides, he could always test it against Amora when she was strong enough.  She wasn't the type to back down and give up, so he wondered how she'd fare against something like that.  As he walked he had nine non physical illusions flying at the edge of his field at thirty meters distance each direction.  He could see and hear what they did which made them even more useful for recon, and the fact that he could have them appear as birds flying through the trees, again silently, was another useful bit.

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Marianna Akeldama on 30th March 2018, 6:05 am


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    The presence was a haunting one, its magic fairly strong, but not something that would bring other beings that could sense it to their knees. It was just as alive as any magic, but seemingly not rotten in its nature. So the vampire could most likely exclude the possibility of this individual being a dark mage of some sort that was hunting on these grounds as well. Not that it would matter. Those that called themselves vile and of the dark side, or those that would proclaim to bring justice to the world. As long as they would attack Marianna first, she would not hold back.

    And she was not afraid of stronger foes either. After all, she was a vampire. An accursed existence that was destined to eternally walk this world. No matter how powerful of an enemy she would face, they could never kill her. Destroy - yes. But kill? No, that was simply impossible. Even if the very last cell of her body was destroyed, her soul completely shattered or even absorbed. The elder blood would seep out of the black abyss, blood from which she would be reborn once more. That was the punishment of the cruel gods that have chosen her.

    No… it was because of her friends, family, the other villagers that have chosen her to be the sacrifice. But they were all long since dead. Their corpses turned to dust and then became new life millenniums back. There was no one she could hold a grudge against but the equally immortal gods that have given her the elder blood connected her to it through an unbreakable link. But those gods were out of reach, at least for now. So there was nothing to do but stay in this world and feed on the mortals all around her, or she would risk losing her mind completely.

    A fate worse than death. She could not even starve herself into non-existence. Once she would go long enough without blood, she would enter a blood rage. It had happened several times in the past already. In fact, starving was one of the methods of suicide she had tried when she was transformed into a vampire. But she did not die. Instead, she had lost her mind completely, unable to control her body as it went on a feeding rampage. Drinking enough blood, she regained control again. But at what cost? It was just one of the many methods.

    At this point, she had given up trying to kill herself. She knew it was simply impossible - that was the curse of her life. And it would consume her again in a bit. The hunger. It was growing inside of her again, she would have to feed. Drink the blood of mortals. Thankfully, it seemed that the magic signature she had been sensing until now was very close. Finally getting up from the ground, she would run one of her hands through her blond hair, closing those golden eyes of hers for a moment. The cloak of raven feathers would float behind her back as the wind pushed into it.

    It was close. Finally, she would start walking in its direction. There was no need to even think about who this person would be. She had to feed, sooner rather than later. She would no longer be able to control herself in few hours. And then, even more lives would be lost. But as she passed between two trees, she had stopped. The man was right there, walking in her direction. He was a magician without a doubt, something that was clear from the moment one. Her golden orbs would scan him from toe to head. For some reason, she had an odd feeling about him, which was why she did not attack right away. Instead, she stood there without a word, staring at him.

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Oras Auro on 30th March 2018, 7:10 am

    The power of illusions was a very dangerous weapon to come across. People rarely know just how potent it could be. Especially when others underestimated it. Raw power could only do so much, but if you could control the entire battlefield itself, and change it to your whim? You were only as limited as your imagination. This was what so many people failed to realize. What did you do when you couldn't trust your five senses, six if you were a wizard? What would you do if your instincts betrayed you? What would you do if the world you knew suddenly turned on you, breaking every natural law you've ever known, every law and rule you cling to for sanity. This world is a lie. Nothing is stable. Oras would show that to any individual he crossed paths with. That was a fact. It didn't matter who they were, and it didn't matter how powerful they were. Strong or weak, smart or brute, no one could last long against a world that breaks their minds. In fact to an extent, more knowledgeable individuals were the most vulnerable to it, as they know this world and it's current laws of nature rather well. Well enough to trust it with their life. Oras chuckled under his mask as he imagined how said people would react when encountering Oras' magic.

    Of course he had yet to encounter anyone who was an actual threat. So far he'd come across monsters, novices, petty thieves and amateurs. It wasn't that he wanted someone powerful to fight, and it wasn't as if he was looking for one. Rather it was the fact that he was preparing himself for such an encounter, both mentally and physically. What would happen if this or that failed? What would happen if his magic was somehow made useless? What if someone had an illusion of their own? Oras was working towards altering his magic to not only disrupt his opponent's senses and attacks, but also to counter their magic to keep from canceling out his own. As always he liked to be bendable in that regard, like a willow tree to the wind. If something changed he planned on adapting to it quickly. It was his philosophy so he intended to live as if it were the only law. And to him it sort of was, though he had his own personal beliefs and rules that he intended to follow. However one of them would soon change, clarifying his prior point even further. This rule involved his mask and cloak, or disguise in general.

    Originally he would always wear the mask for a couple of reasons. The first being that if he were somehow made wanted by the public in any way, he could take his mask off, alter his clothing, and appear to be a completely different individual. The second reason was that during battle his opponent couldn't see where he was looking, and couldn't read his expressions and emotions if all they saw was the mask. While he knew there was probably people with magic or abilities that allow them to sense vague emotions just by being near others, this was highly effective against everyone else. The third was the least important, which was a personal protection. He didn't feel comfortable with others seeing his face in general. He enjoyed protecting his identity. However another wizard by the name of Izayuki, guild master of the Black Rose guild had made him aware that his soul was unlike any other, and that she could actually see his soul. That plus the fact that his aura changed continuously, never feeling the same, he would always be easy to identify. And because of that, using the mask to keep others from recognizing him if he needed to hop off the grid was impossible.

    Suddenly one of his illusions had spotted someone approaching him. He turned to look towards who was coming. The illusion helped him see from a different angle so he was able to see her in multiple perspectives. Blonde hair, black armor. There was something with her eyes but he couldn't tell what it was for the most part. However, judging by her posture and the way she was looking at him, she was planning to attack him. He narrowed his eyes as he activated his magic. The first thing he did was alter the light being reflected back to her, making everything seem as if it were normal, as well as preventing no sound but his own voice from reaching her. Any movement he made other than his own body would be completely hidden from her and anyone else because of this. Once he had done that he activated his Oppression ability, reducing her speed, agility and maneuverability by a complete half. Finally he used his telekinesis abilities to begin reshaping the world around him, causing whole trees to reshape into strange crystal like structures, the dirt stripped from the rocks to become massive tentacles that waved in the air, the ground shifting endlessly, grinding against itself. She could not see nor hear any of this of course, to her the world would seem absolutely normal. He even mimicked the way the trees moved in the wind he was that careful.


    "Who are you? Step out of the shadows already."

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Marianna Akeldama on 30th March 2018, 9:30 am


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    Why did the vampire stop exactly? She was planning to feed off of whoever would pass through these woods, probably an easy target. But she quickly recognized something about this robed man with a mask covering his face. He was… unusual. It was often pretty simple for Marianna to recognize the odd and strange. After all, she herself was an Eldritch Vampire. Possibly the rarest type of blood-sucking creature on the planet. And the fact she lived for thousands of years already only made her all the wiser when it came to experiences. She did not always use them the best, but she still had them.

    And in this case, she felt it. She recognized that this man was special in some way and that attacking him simply to take a little bit of his blood and nothing else would be a task far too tiring and one not worth pursuing. The act of feeding off of someone usually lied in Marianna finding a weak victim that was unsuspecting. Fighting over that right to feed was just plain counterproductive, as she would probably use more energy than she would gain back. By that point, she wanted to turn back and simply leave towards the town already.

    But the voice called to her stopped her. Did he hear her come close? Perhaps. The vampiress looked around and spotted some creatures around the area. Another option was that he controlled the animals, was connected to them, or perhaps even created them himself. There was no shortage of abilities in the world of magic, and over the years, the girl had seen nearly all of the common types, as well as many of the more rare variety. Most tricks performed by magic would not surprise her. She closed her eyes for a moment and noticed her body weakening.

    He was using magic already. He was cautious, but also did something that would not be considered very smart by some individuals. He was far too preemptive. Much like Marianna attacking him for a bit of energy would be counterproductive, he was wasting his ethernano far too preemptively, before even knowing if she was a foe or friend. If there were more enemies, one coming after another, he would soon exhaust himself. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage, tire him out in order to have easy feeding. But even then, it was just too much work, it was not worth it.

    She could easily find humans in the city that would not resist her at all. Drunk humans that would not see her coming, sleeping people that could not defend themselves or even gullible males that would lust after her body and fall into the spider’s web instead. And yet, she still hasn’t walked away. Was it because she sensed something strange about this man just moments before? Perhaps. And so, to satisfy her newly found curiosity, she decided to perform a small test on the man standing nearby. Whatever he was preparing, the girl did not care. She would survive it all.

    But if he was somehow connected to the Eldritch, then perhaps this would grow far more interesting. And the way to see if that was the case? She turned around again to face him, her golden eyes shining in the darkness and watching his every move. Just as he asked, she approached just enough steps to no longer be shrouded in the shadows, her figure fully visible to anyone who would look in her direction. And to answer his question, she opened her mouth and spoke. But it was not the tongue of humans and mortals. It was one only those connected to the Elder blood could understand.

    ᛃᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᛋᛟᚢᛚ᛬ᛁᛏ᛫ᛁᛋ᛫ᛋᛈᛖᚲᛁᚨᛚ᛬ᚨᚱᛖ᛫ᛃᛟᚢ᛫ᚨ᛫ᚷᛁᛚᛞ᛫ᛒᛟᚱᚾ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛚᛞᛖᚱ᛫ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞ᛬ᚺᚨᚱᛒᛜᛖᚱ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚷᚨᛟᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨ᛫ᛏᛟᛃ᛫ᛏᛟ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛖᛚᛞᛖᚱ᛫ᚷᛟᛞᛋ᛭

    If he was indeed like the girl, then he would understand and answer. But if not, then he would hear words so sharp, that they would hurt his mind. Illusions were not the only thing capable of changing one’s perception of the world around them. The old magic, the Eldritch. It had effects on one’s brain that could be absolutely fatal. Mere words spoken in the old language would bring pain to those who did not know them. And looking at the Old Gods in their true form? The one watching would not even be able to say what they were looking at.

    Insanity and Chaos. Those were the concepts very closely tied to the Elder Blood, and thus to Marianna herself. But it mattered not here, for she no longer wished to attack the male. And this was reflected in her posture as well, more relax and uncaring. Her eyes were not focused anymore, simply looking tired, as if she was someone who had not sleep for a single minute in whole days. Not just that, her whole posture appeared… tired. And she was. After so many years in this world, she just tired beyond the breaking point.

    But being the vampire she was, she simply could not end it. Or at least she knew not of any way to end it, not one that would be achievable at least. These moments, when she encountered something special and decided to experiment with it, were the only moments where she could feel at least a single bit alive. And right now, perhaps there was at least one single glimmer of hope somewhere deep inside of her. But she did not believe that she would meet another one of her kin here, so she did not hold that much of a hope in the logical part of her mind.

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Oras Auro on 30th March 2018, 3:10 pm

    Even as Oras demanded for her to just step out into the light at that point, he continued to alter the world in every way. He altered the trees further, making them shift in such a way that seemed like an infinite paradox, bending stretching, shifting, seemingly endlessly. The soil continued to separate and shift, becoming rings, circles and other objects that floated in the air, while also having some as tentacles made of the soil as well. He shifted the material around to keep the color from being the same, and also had the objects and rings continuously shift, stretch and bed like the trees, making them appear like paradox crystals as well. The ground bent and shifted more, still retaining it's rugged, sharp appearance but also creating cone like spikes in certain areas while some areas had the cone spike shape dug into the stone, creating swift and steep holes everywhere as well as spikes and rugged terrain. The entire world was completely random and ever changing now, and was even effecting the world around the woman, but she still wouldn't be able to sense it. The interesting part of all of this, was that he could return the terrain and the world to the state it was before he altered it, rather swiftly. Like in a matter of seconds quickly, which would enable him to keep the true potential of his magic hidden if she wasn't a threat. And if she was a threat, he'd put her out quickly before she could kill him.

    By altering the world around him however way he wants, as well as using his illusion powers to alter the way she perceived the world by altering what it looked, smelled and sounded like, and by using his own physical illusions all of them together, he could very easily make life a living hell for anyone fighting against him. Of course he also had the ability to cancel out any and all teleporting she attempted, or simply reduce her speed and movement, whether it be physical or spiritual movements. If he could do that, it would mean that she wasn't much stronger than Oras was himself. She may not be stronger than Oras, but as he looked at her he could tell that she wasn't foolish. She had the eyes of a knowledgeable and even wise individual, which meant he should be wary. It was also another good reason he was wearing this mask right now: If he could read her eyes, even a little bit. Or even her expressions, how much more so could she read him if he wasn't wearing a mask? For all he knew she could determine what he was thinking if she was able to make direct contact with his eyes. Magic worked in interesting ways after all. Some tools may seem useless at times, but when they are needed they no longer appear useless. Masks included.

    Finally however she had chosen to step out from the darkness and entered the light, albeit a little. It was enough for him to see her in more detail at least. When she moved forward he had the option of removing the illusions, though he decided to keep them there just in case. He had nine illusions that could appear as any living thing he wanted, and he could easily summon up illusions similar to that, but would appear as if they were humans. If Oras wanted he could summon duplicates of himself but different sizes and shapes, with slightly different equipment or decorations to the point where they looked similar enough to give off the feeling of a cult, organization or guild, but still have some unique appearances. He wouldn't do that of course, he probably would just have his three physical illusions be identical to him, as well as the other nine illusions. It would make it far harder to hit him if there were about thirteen of him after all. Nine of them being completely false, three of them having the ability to hit parry and block, and the last one controlling them all. He refused to die or be horribly maimed in any way, so he'd take every procaution. And while the woman didn't know this, he wasn't using an ounce of mana when using any of these abilities. Actually this was his first time using his magic in this manner. He recently, rewrote his magic and altered it to be more compact and direct in what he was doing. At any rate as the woman walked into the light he was able to see her armor, her eyes, and her expression and posture in more detail, which everything screamed at him more mature than she seemed. He could see her observing everything in quick detail while also keeping her eyes focused on him. She was ready for battle though also relaxed.

    When she spoke to him he couldn't understand her. The language did sound ancient though and when she spoke he felt a sharp pain in his head and winced under the mask... Though it wasn't as potent as the language would have been for most individuals. Oras' soul was the main cause of it, as it was the very essence of chaos. Ever shifting, ever moving. Ever changing. Unstable. Not insane or nearly as dark as Marianna's lineage, but it was indeed chaos that fueled his soul, in a strange way. Oras thought about what this language may mean, and came up with multiple solutions: The first being either it was invented for a specific few, or it was an ancient language that most probably forgotten about: A dead language. She could be part of an organization, perhaps someone from ancient times, and third was perhaps it wasn't a language but a code. Either way his response would be the same. One thing he was wondering however. Why did she speak this language? Did she mistaken him for another?
    "I'm not part of whatever group you may think I am. Please speak the same language I currently use."

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Marianna Akeldama on 1st April 2018, 9:45 am


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    The man did react to what Marianna said, but showcased that he did not understand. Despite being able to sense something strange from him, he was not actually associated with the Old Gods in any way as she was. This was indeed the result she did not hope for, but expected from the moment she tested him. It would be far too convenient for her to have found someone who would be able to understand her pain and sorrow, perhaps even share the same goal as her. But that was life, something she had learned ages ago. And so she would simply continue on.

    What was interesting, however, was that he assumed she was even able to communicate in the same language as him. She did not say a single word in the common language that mortals of this land use, and yet he went ahead and asked her to speak it. Perhaps it was simply because of the fact that just about everyone was capable of doing so, but it intrigued her nonetheless. For a brief moment, she had closed her eyes and started collecting her thoughts. If he did not understand her, nor could she feed on him, then there was really no reason for them to interact at all.

    ᚺᛟᚹ᛫ᛞᛁᛋᚨᛈᛈᛟᛁᚾᛏᛜ. Who I am matters no longer. Another one… nearby.” While she was ready to say her goodbyes, she had sensed another magical energy somewhere farther away. Moving her hand slightly forward, all of her fingers would suddenly turn pitch-black and extend forward like some manner of tentacles, suddenly piercing the ground and pulsating in a grotesque manner. This remained for few seconds before the appendages would retreat from the ground and turn back into humanoid looking fingers. And Marianna would look slightly to the left, as she discovered a vague direction.

    It seemed there was another individual somewhere in this forest and she would probably run into them if she walked that way for long enough. Perhaps that could be her new victim that would allow the vampire to remain sane for few more days. Little did she know that it was actually a cultist, there was no way for her to know. Regardless, she would simply start walking in that direction, just slightly to the right from Oras’ perspective. She looked very clearly uninterested in him, even if she was technically closing distance between them as she walked closer, just to the side of him now.

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    Oras Auro

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Oras Auro on 1st April 2018, 11:45 am

    The woman stood there, seeming to appear both intrigued and disappointed at the same time. The fact that she wasn't attacking him right then and there told Oras that she was not a cultist and most likely wasn't part of any dark guild, as said groups would most likely try to silence him or at least knock him out. Instead she just stood there observing him. So if she wasn't a part of a cult or dark guild, she was probably part of a tightly knit group who use whatever language this is to communicate secretly with each other. A sort of neutral group most likely. Whether they were a group that leaned towards more legal actions, or a group that leaned towards more illegal actions was the real question. Judging by her armor however, and the look in her eyes, he was inclined to guess that her group was more of the illegal side of things. Of course that left yet another question: Did these illegal acts include the harm of innocents? It was the one thing that made him cautious, and this language he wanted to try and investigate. For if she wasn't using magic when she spoke, this language had a serious impact on the mind and thus he should be able to find a lead of some sort. It may take a while but he would eventually find something.

    The woman then spoke again, starting with her language, followed by Fiore's standard. Who I am matters no longer? Something in how she said the sentence and how it was arranged sounded a bit old, and the fact that she was telling him she didn't matter anymore was a very clear sign she was a part of some group, and wouldn't interact with those who didn't know the language. Suddenly she mentioned another, causing him to narrow his eyes when she hesitated. She finished her sentence, saying the word nearby. Oras shifted his illusions as far as he could and spotted him: He was a cultist. The individual was moving through the forest very softly. Oras hadn't perfected his ability to sense other magical presence, so he hadn't detected him just yet. And with the cultist blending in with the trees and moving silently he wasn't able to detect him through those means at the distance he was at. The woman shot what appeared to be her fingers, or rather stretched them into the ground and waited for a moment, confirming to Oras that she was a magic user. While she was scanning for the cultist, Oras began altering the world around the man, using his magic to also hide his work from the cultist. She then pulled them back and gave the general idea of where he was but it didn't matter much. When Oras had twelve illusions scouting in each direction that could move very fast he could find what he needed quickly.

    She walked in the direction of the man, seeming uninterested in Oras as she passed him. He of course wasn't going to let the cultist escape as he could interrogate him. Each cultist would either resist, or would tell him a very small detail that would aid him a little in his investigations so he'd want to get as much information out of him as he could. Whatever this woman wanted from him could wait until he got the information he needed. Therefore, as she reached Oras he said to her:
    "I've got him handled. Whatever you want with him? It will have to wait. I've got some questions for him." With that he turned around and walked either along side her or in front of her, depending on how fast she was walking. She'd hear action in the background, which of course was the cultist trying to fight the nine illusions and three physical illusions, while the world was changing around him. When the ground began to rise up around him he tried to use it to his advantage, jumping off of it to counter attack. But he phased right through it and was hit by one of the physical illusions. When he tried to run through another piece of rising ground he slammed against it, and soon realized he couldn't trust his senses anymore as he was assaulted yet again by the world and the twelve illusions.

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    Re: Blood and Knives. Truth and Fiction

    Post by Marianna Akeldama on 3rd April 2018, 6:50 am


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    Marianna merely continued to walk until she heard the masked man’s words. A single second long glace was all she gave him at that moment, though she also decided to speak words a little bit later. “Putting thyself above all else, such is the unchanging nature of a man.” When she lost interest in Oras and instead started searching for another being in the area, she discovered the cultist rather quickly. But only because of that did the man himself start searching and discovered this new prey as well. And yet, he stood there and put himself above the vampiress.

    She had recognized this behavior as rather typical for humans and most other mortal creatures that would always do what they had to for their survival. And truth be told, the woman herself had some of those traits still left inside of her as well. Regardless, she wasn’t planning on letting the Cultist be killed too early, or something like that. She required blood right this instant, or her sanity would not last. Even this masked man would not last long then, for none could truly defeat an immortal beast, even if they were to overpower it thousand times over. She would just keep coming until she would be able to feed.

    So the moment they got close enough to the cultist's location, a crimson red spear would appear in her hand. And albeit her throw didn’t seem like much, the weapon flew out of her palm like a bullet shot out of a high-caliber gun. A projectile out of nowhere like that would take anyone by surprise, especially a confused and already focused on something else individual. It easily went through the cultist’s shoulder when he was trying to fight the illusions around him. But the damage left behind? It was minimal.

    But Marianna’s job was more or less done. She would remain standing a safe distance away for now and let the masked man do whatever he wanted, for only a few seconds later, all veins inside of the cultist's hand would start bloating, clearly visible on his skin if it were to be revealed. And only another few seconds past that, all veins inside of his hand, safe for the aorta. Clearly, Oras had some business with this individual, and she had the basic courtesy to leave him alive for it. What she cared for was the blood that was spilled all over the ground.

    And as if it had a mind of its own, the pools would direct toward her feet, inching closer and closer as he bled. The stress from her spear would be spreading through his entire body, slowly forcing him to bleed more and more, yet keeping him by his senses. His heart would have to continue to beat as well, for the sake of the blood flowing out properly. Once the flow would get to Marianna, all of the red liquid would suddenly float into the air and around her body, suddenly absorbing into her skin and clothes. She did not have to feed like a regular vampire, she could absorb it through her entire body.

    And just like that, she felt the strength slowly returning to her. It might not have been visible from the outside, as her skin was naturally pale due to the lack of sunlight and would not change even if there was now fresh blood floating through the woman’s system. But that feeling, equal to human drinking water after nearly dying from dehydration in the desert, it was enough to bring some semblance of life into those golden optics. The life force that she lacked, and thus had to take away from others. Her curse.

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