Fantasy Lady of worlds IC

[Octo Girl]

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An old woman, with what seems to be a scar over her right eye and snow white hair, beckons you over while you enjoy a nice cold ale. She is holding an ancient wood cane and is wearing old adventuring clothes. "Would you indulge an old woman and listen to a story young'in?" she asks. Seeing as she is lonely, you agree to listen to her story and take a seat by the warming fireplace. She clears her throat and begins to tell her tale, motioning with her hands as intense as the story gets.

"The Lady of Worlds. One of the most ancient tale told to date. It is of a single woman more powerful than any man or beast, a god trapped in a mortal host. The Lady of Worlds was able to pass through the veil into different worlds and dimensions. She was just a mortal, yet was sought by all, mortal and immortal. Bringing a party together, her and her varying party members sought to destroy what held her in this world. She was afraid of her powers, ad was willing to do anything so no one could take hold of it. Fighting through gods and lesser beings, the party came across the final god. It was a fight the party knew they could not win, but fought anyway.

In the end, the party was knocking on deaths door and the knob was turning. The Lady of Worlds knew this was the truth and did the unexpected. She unraveled the Veil, sending reality into despair. What was once believed to be fables became reality, new strands of time and beings were woven and cut. She eventually dispersed so much of her power, she caused the reality around her to dissipate. The final god and herself were caught in this dispersion of time and space, causing them to vanish into what seemed to be a vortex of nothingness.

The party awoke afterwords to a pile of ash and a new world. As they walked out of the castle in the sky, battered and bruised, they saw what their world had become. Majestic landscapes, beasts, and views were abundant. With the beauty was also new dangers. Beasts of ancient fables such as Cerberus and Medusa came into being. Races only known to myths and tell tales roamed the new landscapes. The feel of magic not created by alchemy was abundant in humans and other races. Dragons ruled the skies above where lands now floated with water falls which eventually turned into a fine mist. The party made it to their homes, where the had portals constructed, built with the ashes of the Lady of Worlds. This was to honor the sacrifice and for her to know the new world she had created.

This all happened many generations ago, child. But now it seems there are new forces at play. Some gods seem to have reformed, and people believe a new Lady of time has been brought into existence. Is it time for a new party to come into play, or is this all just myths and tales of an old woman?" She asks with a small cackle as you had been listening to the tale intently. You had never heard of this one, explaining in depth the creation of the world you call home. You thank her for the story and she nods. You pay for the ale and begin to think about the story once more.

 

[Octo Girl]

THE VILLAGE OF HISHOL

The Village of trees. Hishol is known as the center of the world. It is a large village that is based around the Tree of Life, it's branches spreading across the entire forest and the top not being able to be seen from the ground. No one truly knows how high it goes. Buildings are built into its trunk and roots. In this village all races are seen as equal and any hate crimes against anyone is a true crime.

The village Temple is the large building you see in the background. It is home of the chief/mayor of the village. The Jumper Tavern is in the foreground, which is ran by a Human and Elf couple. This is the Village we start our story in.
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Ash had just gotten into the Village and was already amazed by the vast hugeness of it. It had been a while since she had left the sea and she was still amazed at the wonders the land held from her. She could hear the hustle and bustle of the village, see the liveliness of the village during the rush hour of the marketplace. "Well, this is an amazing place to visit!" She exclaimed to herself, not meaning to say it out loud. She was looking proud of herself for getting to the village, even though the one she was coming from was a days walk away.

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[AGent87]

A young woman trod silently under the dark canopy of the ancient forest, her head swiveling slowly as she kept an eye out for danger while soaking in the beauty and quiet of the trees. She was dressed rather lightly, wearing no more than was necessary, meaning only her leather scout armor over green sleeveless shirt and trousers. A dark green half cloak, akin to the color of the foliage high above, hung from her shoulders, covering the pack underneath it and staying back off her arms, reaching just past her waist. A longbow, unstrung and nearly as long as she, could be clearly seen under the cloak and pack, jutting from her back over her right shoulder and below her left hip, most likely sheathed to the full quiver beside it full of arrows with white, black, and gray fletching.

The hood of the cloak was not pulled up, allowing the woman her full peripheral vision. For all her watchfulness, though, she missed the missile dropping swiftly towards her. At the last minute, brown and white wings snapped out from the missile as it screamed and veered sharply, the wind disturbance throwing the young woman's long brown hair every which way.

The woman cursed and swiped at the bird, but was of course too late. The falcon was far out of reach. She glared as it shot up through the leaves, probably pleased with the prank it had pulled. "Really funny, Sky!" she yelled, her accent thick, the "r" rolling harder than usual. "I veel eat you yet, stupeet birt." She didn't mean a word of it. Just now and then, it felt good to her to grumble. She dragged her fingers through the long locks, wondering for the millionth time why she didn't just cut it off. Maybe she would make that a priority when she reached Hishol. Sky would have to find someone else's hair to play in. Besides, it was much too warm here, and keeping her hair off her neck was a chore.

She reached the large village around what she estimated to be noon time since what sunlight managed to pierce the canopy seemed to be shining straight down. She paused just at the outskirts to absorb the sight of the massive tree (which is so understated it could make one cry) at the center, the Tree of Life. At least, that's what she heard. She wasn't completely sure she believed that, but seeing this tree could almost make a believer of her... not that she knew what a Tree of Life was even supposed to be anyway. Shaking her head, she started walking again, keeping an eye out for a barber. She was serious about that haircut, but a light breeze blew by, carrying the aroma of slow roasting meats. Her stomach growled sharply, and she smacked it, listening to the hollow sound. She followed her nose towards the savory smells and stopped to see a sign that said "The Jumper Tavern." It probably wouldn't hurt to get food first, and then find a barber...

 

[Marmalade Skye]

Jin Yun’An

The village of Hishol came into view from the vast greenery, Jins eyes adjusted to the hem like colors of civilization he hasn’t seen in what felt like weeks. His bag was heavy with collected herb samples and medicines he prepared from plants unique to this forest, and his robes which were normally cream with teal and red trim were stained with a couple worth of dirt and hung off his shoulders. He kept his long pale hair up between his horns in a ponytail, as the humidity made it sticky and near unbearable. The energy he felt from this village was vibrant and like a living being, and it’s influence on the nature spirit made him feel strong and light despite the heat.

Jin continued into the village, a sharp grin on his face, greeting every passerby. Even the people here were of diverse races. He has witnessed a few places that did not take kindly to forms even as human as his own. It would make it easy for him to find an inn for the night and offer his services as payment. But first, food. His eyes trailed the buildings which were built into the living tree the village prospered from, and came upon a sign that said “The Jumper Tavern”. A woman in a forest green cloak entered before him and he followed shortly behind, the smell of food and promise of rest inviting Jin in.

 

[vielpotato]

Likan smirked at the village. Humans, exsisting peacefully along other races in the world. The very thought made Likan’s stomach churn, yet this village promoted its “Equal” policy in which all races were equal and any hate crimes were to be punished. While this was a joke to Likan, he declined his urge to threaten each and every human, and looked for a suitable location to stay. A tavern or inn, preferably ran by some non-human species, would be nice to reside at and plenty better than sleeping outside. Noticing the Jumper Inn and the mix of species entering, sadly humans as well but noting the cluster of others, Likan entered while readjusting his collar as it was a slight uncomfortable with the moisture in the air. Entering, Likan noticed a certain human-looking species and a species that seemed to have horn-like things atop it’s head. Rubbing their left eye, Likan was inclined to speak with the horned one however at the same time did not wish to cause them discomfort in case they were socially awkward.
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[Soviet Panda]

At a bench sat a lanky, pale figure, with a rather small bag next to him. In one hand was a file, in the other a mirror. And with these two tools, he was carefully managing his horns. He was no longer an Ur'Ull, so the 'Crown of Swords' that was their namesake and marked him as one had been sheered off when he had left. It had been embarrassing to go for so long without them, but now that he had them back he had no clue what to do with them. He did know, however, that he didn't want them to run wild atop his head. With each gentle pass of the file, it looked like he took off nothing, but the small pile of dust that he'd courteously wipe away every once and a while told another story. His horns had decided to grow first straight up, as if wanting to return to what they had known for so long, but now had begun to branch out and grow ever wider. Buras did not want this, it would make things cumbersome to say the least, so there he sat, gently prompting his horns to grow in a direction he would like them to go.

 

[Octo Girl]

As Ash walked through the bustling city, Children ran through the streets dressed up as demons and spirits. "Oh... I forgot it was the day of Heijerstein." She said with a slight sigh. The day of Heijerstein celebrated the most famous necromancer ever known to live, Jeremy Heijerstein. He raised an undead army to fight back the Darkness that had threatened the world for more then 50 years. He raised demons, zombies, skeletons, spirits, and even more undead creatures to fight for his home and world. He won, but it costed him his own life. To this day, more than 500 years, this day is to celebrate his victory, leaving pumpkins lit by night and costumes by day to celebrate the undead army.

Ash looked up the tree trunk, seeing it go through the clouds and even higher up. "I wonder if his spirit joined the ones above..." She wondered to herself as she made her way to the Jumper Tavern. "What I need right now is a good Ol' Ale.." She said with a smile as she adjusted her pack on her shoulder and started on a quick run through the streets, occasionally joining in the fun the children were having.

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[AGent87]

Danyren was involuntarily swept into the tavern by the press of people also seeking food and lodging, one jostling her elbow as they did so. She sidestepped to give herself some breathing room before turning a displeased frown and glaring green eyes on the one who had invaded her personal space, wanting to give them a piece of her mind. Of course, her hair whipped into her face, effectively distracting her for a moment. She swept the hair back with a grumble and tucked it behind a tipped ear. A quick once over of the unintentional assailant eased the frown from her face, though. She was glad she had kept her mouth shut. He seemed nice, friendly even. She doubted he had meant to bump into her. It was probably partially her fault for standing in front of the door outside of the tavern instead of to the side.

She pursed her lips in what she hoped was at least a small smile and nodded, saying, "Izvinite," (pronounced ee-zvee-nee-tyeh). She was about to head deeper into the room when she noticed someone else looking her way with a barely concealed expression of disdain. Her expression returned to something more neutral. She let her eyes slide past him and around the room, not wanting to call attention to herself by staring. Something about them put her off, but maybe they just had really bad RBF like she did.

Sadly, there were no available tables, but the bar looked mostly empty. She passed a couple of benches by the wall filled with people who were probably also waiting for a table. One of them was actually filing his horns. The fact that he had horns, three no less, was not the problem. It was the fact that he was doing it in the same room as people eating. She shook her head as she went by them. That couldn't be sanitary.

Danyren eventually made it to the opposite end of the bar and parked herself next to the wall, giving herself the best view of the room under the circumstances. She slipped her pack off her back and stashed it by her feet, rolling her shoulders in relief. Signaling the bar maid behind the bar, Danyren ordered mead (the Heijerstein special, obviously) and a meal. Drink in hand and waiting for the food, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes roam. People watching had become something of a normal hobby for her, having used it often as a scout. At least here it was much more interesting. This town seemed to be a veritable melting pot of races from all over, most of which she did not recognize. Maybe she wouldn't mind the crowd after all.

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[Marmalade Skye]

Upon entrance into the tavern, Jin knocked into the girl in green. She seemed to be at least partially elf. Where he was from, elves and similar species were less common, though he supposed that was a long ways away now. The three eyed man shot her an apologetic smile and allowed her through. It was best to stay benevolent where people didn’t know him. The girl spoke in a language or dialect heavy enough for him to not be sure what was said.

“Ah excuse me..” Jin replied in a soft but cheery tone, still wondering what she said. Maybe that was a local tongue?
He looked behind him as he maneuvered through the full tavern, noticing another entering the room. They seemed uncomfortable and less likely to initiate communication, but after being away from anyone for so long, Jin was willing to talk to anyone.the being looked like a daemon or maybe even a faery? He hasn’t met enough to know for sure.

“There aren’t many seats left, hm? Pull up a seat by me and I’ll get you a drink.” Jin said, his two out of three eyes slotted in a smile.

He motioned the other to join him, eyeing a long haired man filing his horns in public. Odd, but there weren’t many open spaces left and Jin held no reservations about sitting near strangers, so he took a seat by the dark haired man, offering another carefree smile.


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[vielpotato]

Chuckling softly, Likan ignored the human-esc creatures that went in. While they populate majority of the world, and leave rarer species like Daemons and others in the shadows, Likan wonders how some of them, and even some smaller species, are able to be so cheery with everyone and everything. With how many wars that constantly befall on them, it shocks Likan that they are still so open to strangers. After hearing what this creature with multiple eyes said, a corner of Likan’s mouth smirked. The fact that a daemon was invited to sit with another creature could mean a lot of things, such as a meeting between factions or a gang planning something, but Likan doubted these feelings with how pleasant they felt. “If you insist, then I shalt apply. However, a drink wouldn’t be necessary, as my tolerance would allow me to be a little rude to some inhabitants of this pub.” Likan stated simply, with his sly tone and lighter sound that could be filled under someone who is normally mischievous. After a breaf sigh, Likan starts off with a conversation topic as akward silence is quite annoying to anyone who has socialized before. “Opinion on these human-esc species acting on such socialable terms?”
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