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Post by Bane Emural on May 10, 2014 3:22:59 GMT
Bane faces towards Chrysteel. "My slumber was... well. Though, when I have awoken, I felt a slight disturbance. I felt that it was necessary to talk to Cadence about it. Hoping that she may help with this new.... predicament. Right now, I am awaiting for her arrival so that I may speak with her." Bane stays silent for a moment before speaking. "How well was your sleep, if I may return the gesture? And what brings you here? A pony like you wouldn't be here without the others unless something urgent were to come up... or are you here for a simple visit?" Bane is silent again, thinking about what he said. "Sorry for that, it sounded rude but I haven't been around ponies for so long."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 10, 2014 4:01:47 GMT
Bane faces towards Chrysteel. " My slumber was... well. Though, when I have awoken, I felt a slight disturbance. I felt that it was necessary to talk to Cadence about it. Hoping that she may help with this new.... predicament. Right now, I am awaiting for her arrival so that I may speak with her." Bane stays silent for a moment before speaking. " How well was your sleep, if I may return the gesture? And what brings you here? A pony like you wouldn't be here without the others unless something urgent were to come up... or are you here for a simple visit?" Bane is silent again, thinking about what he said. " Sorry for that, it sounded rude but I haven't been around ponies for so long." Chrysteel chuckles gaining back a bit of her usual self. she calms herself and says, " you may return the gesture. It is part of my duties as princess to make sure mother doesn't forget hers. I came to see if she was about yet. It must still be early. As for my rest, well it was eventful. I dreamed about a mechanoid creature trapped in the castle as the river of time swirled all around him, but the swirls seemed to be slowing for some odd reason, a filly whose laughter saved her live, a mother who runs laps around the castle to save the filly who is a muffin on her back and I had a dream about twilight. In it she had broken free again from his grasp. though as usual with him, a snap of his fingers and she was his to control again. I had a dream about Dash and her problems as betrayal. In total I had more prophecy dreams about the chosen and the original elements, to put it simply. usually I have them once every few years but they have been more numerous with in the last few years. In all of them I kept hearing a clam harmonic voice say, 'Not all here, not all safe. She must act soon.' As to that I have not a clue as to what it could mean." |
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Post by Bane Emural on May 10, 2014 4:35:28 GMT
Bane just stares at Chrysteel at what she had just said. "I do not believe you had dreams, but visions. One of which you have described is that of a Concept of Time, one of the few beings of this world related to that of the Makers. The other visions you had is a sign or an omen of something that is to come. As for this voice, it may be a being of Concept trying to reach you through these visions. Perhaps trying to tell you something of importance? It is unclear at this moment as you have said, but more clues will arise the closer we are to the end of our goals. Your mother or, perhaps, Tiamat may provide some clearance into what you say, into what you saw. But be wary child, the events you see can change our fates if not too careful."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 10, 2014 4:46:21 GMT
Chrysteel nods and says, "to be honest with you, I have had them sense I used an old spell of mine. Have you ever heard of Harmonic Reunion?" Chrysteel seams to be staring off into space as if remembering something from a long time ago. "For me, that spell started it all. Over 1000 years ago Me, bolt and a few others faced off against a being called fear. Much like discord he was a dracconaquis. We faced him in his prison because it was the only way to get out. I got this from there but the runes I still have yet to translate."
Chrysteel shows Bane the light bow she has. It is covered in runes that are of maker and concept origins. The exact power of the bow is hard to decipher for anyone who doesn't know both the language of the makers and the language of the concepts or Elder Alicorns. One rune is the same in both languages. That rune stands for Love's Eternal Arrow.
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Post by Bane Emural on May 10, 2014 5:04:01 GMT
Bane looks at the bow, then at the rune that holds a similar meaning. "Unless you know much of the language of both Makers and Concepts, I doubt you would go far into translating these runes. There is this one rune holding the same meaning. It stands for Love's Eternal Arrow. I believe that is in you and your mother's range of expertise when it comes to love. Since my magic is based off of Maker language and your mother being one of the creatures of concepts, there might be a chance to decipher what these runes mean. It was wise of you to bring this matter up. Otherwise if you would have used it earlier, the effects will be quite unpredictable and you may have ended up endangering yourself and those around you."
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 10, 2014 6:00:17 GMT
Chrysteel looks like she understands but also like she is confused. Her wings upon realization of something fan out fully and go stiff, as if she has gotten a wingboner. She says, "Are you saying that my bow is older then a few 1000 years? When I got it while that dungeon, my friends and I thought it was at most two to four thousand years old. If that is true, then there is a lot I still need to learn about this bow before I try to use it again."
Chrysteel puts the bow away, now knowing that it could be disastrous to use it without the full translation. When she realizes she has a wingboner, she blushes furiously. She calms herself again from that little episode, while making her wings return to their original state. She then says, "I understand, I think. I guess it is best not to use it, till we can determine what this bow is capable of doing. I will keep it on me just in case though. Thanks you Bane, The Ancient, for help with that. I hope, with mother's help, we can figure this bow out."
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Shadechaser
Journeyman
Enter from the void unto the light.
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Post by Shadechaser on May 10, 2014 11:05:58 GMT
Upon reaching a stream, Shade looked around to see if there was anyone near. One single creature could offset this shrouding. I shouldn't take that chance. For a moment, Shadechaser scanned the area around. After noticing next to no creatures nearby in line of sight, the shrouding commenced. Dark orbs would start to float around Shade as the incantation started. As far as Shade is concerned, the words have meaning beyond the verbal interpretation. When the shrouding was done, the orbs would float to Shade's horn, completing the shrouding. The shroud has been set. The words from Discord will not influence me to look back. I only need to seek the positive. The only true light there ever was. I don't know why I think about it like that. After slightly cleaning up the mess that was made, Shade returned to observing Avalon. "A talk could help in the slightest." Why do I feel a presence that reminds me of another time entirely? Could it be? Only time can tell.
Necroscale finished his stretching and started to look for Shade. "I don't think Shade would find logic in leaving this place. I wouldn't blame Shade for that, but without a clear sign, I am uncertain where to start first." With some confusion, Necro started to walk to other parts of Avalon, mostly set on finding Shade, though a 'few' gems might sway his path.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 10, 2014 17:09:16 GMT
Asterian hops and tumbles down from his perch on the fountain, not even breaking a sweat. Where is everypony? he asked himself as he began walking towards the dining hall. Certainly there must have been a guard or somepony, but there was... nopony. It was as if the place had been cleared out of all life.
Still, it did not bother him. He walked over to his destination, entering the dining hall and looking around for any sign of life. He spotted Chrysteel alongside a stallion whom he did not remember meeting the night before. He approached the both of them, staying silent until he was noticed so as not to interrupt.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 10, 2014 17:18:10 GMT
As Asterian entered the chamber Chrysteel smiles and says, "Morning to you Asterian. How goes your sleep?" Chrysteel seams to be now getting things ready for when her mother woke. ((Asterian there are guards and other castle staff on night duty.)) She Helps the night staff set the table readying it for the morning to come. With her work done she takes her place and says, "Would you two care to join me for a early morning meal? we can talk about almost anything while we wait for the others." Chrysteel's aura, which was felt the night before, seems to be missing this morning.
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 10, 2014 17:26:23 GMT
(( Say that I just did not encounter any; veritable possibility. ))
Asterian let out a small laugh, explaining his sleep in more detail than he intended. "I do not remember a time when I slept better... It felt like... Well, like everything was there and yet nothing was at all... Starfall shook his head, snapping himself out of his loop of thought. "But how are you, Chrysteel? You seem a little... off today. Is there anything that has gone amiss?" Only now does Asterian turn to the stallion next to Chrysteel. "Oh, forgive me. I've forgotten my manners. My name is Asterian Starfall."
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Post by Bane Emural on May 10, 2014 21:21:56 GMT
"I suppose I could join you for an early morning meal. It would be better than to stand and wait. And I believe that I hadn't received my meal last night due to some complications dealing with a personal matter. So I am famished at the moment." Bane looks at Asterian and bows. "It is a pleasure meeting you Asterian. I am Bane Emural, former Ancient Emperor of the ruined Ancient Empire." After introductions were made, he joins Chrysteel at the table and sits down in his spot. He whispers to Chrysteel. "We will speak of the bow some other time unless you have spoken about it to Asterian or wish to speak to him about it."
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Post by Asterian Starfall on May 11, 2014 0:44:36 GMT
Asterian laughed a little at Bane. "There is no need to keep secrets. We're friends here." he said. He held out Chrysteel's seat, waiting for her to take her own place before he sat down in his chair, waiting to see what it was Bane and Chrysteel were whispering to one another about.
Deciding to make conversation for conversation's sake, he began again, "Well, I think I have perfected a way of... getting around." When no response came, he went onto a more pressing issue. "Chrysteel, last night... What you told me... I think I could sense something... like a part of me awakening. When you have a moment, may I speak to you in private?"
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 11, 2014 4:25:48 GMT
The Draconequus grinned widely as the realization dawned on the imprisoned Concept.
Ah, yes, it was quITE enJOYable, if I DO say so MySELF. TWISting that INnocent little mortal's mind, after she had the... INSOLENCE! TO! DEFY! ME!
The Castle Itself screamed in pain as a wave of Destruction exploded all the way down its interior, breaking all sorts of sensitive parts in a jagged path that twisted on itself in a trillion dimensions - yet never left the room. Space and time itself was warping and folding like origami paper, no, crumbling and tearing like a pony's head shoved against the singularity of a black hole. The power of an avatar of an Elder, of Destruction's corpse Himself, of the very Concept of Chaos, poured over Clockwork like a tsunami, suffocating, terrifying even to one as powerful and normally omnipotent as the Concept of Time. This... creature, this insane, mad, THING Who had already KILLED a CONCEPT and EATEN Him, completely irrational, completely at odds with Reality and having the time of His life tearing Reality asunder, unpredictable, unfathomable - and right in front of Him, holding Him hostage.
The storm of Chaos vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by laughter that would have driven entire universes insane.
AHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAAHAHA! Oh, oh the LOOK on her face as I did it! As I tore RIGHT into her innocent little mind, aGAIN and aGAIN AND AGAIN! It was so SATISFYING, seeing that cheeky little face turn cruel as new... LIFE came into the world!
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on May 11, 2014 5:30:34 GMT
Chrysteel claps her hooves, calling for a meal to be served. she says, "Give our guests what ever they need. I would love some of our famous love stones. I didn't sleep very long and without them I would crash when my new allies would need me the most."
when hear of Asterian's request she says, "This, as you said, is a place for friends not secrets. As for what Bane and I were talking about, you will understand soon. I still need to figure it out, to be honest with you. It isn't a secret that we keep it is more of something not yet understood that we keep. I will talk of it once I ask mother and the dragon high ones about it. now let's eat and make ready for our big day today. More chosen have yet to be found but we will need to help them, in order to have them join us. However, it is their choice in the end."
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Post by Clockwork on May 11, 2014 12:58:00 GMT
The Draconequus grinned widely as the realization dawned on the imprisoned Concept. Ah, yes, it was quITE enJOYable, if I DO say so MySELF. TWISting that INnocent little mortal's mind, after she had the... INSOLENCE! TO! DEFY! ME!The Castle Itself screamed in pain as a wave of Destruction exploded all the way down its interior, breaking all sorts of sensitive parts in a jagged path that twisted on itself in a trillion dimensions - yet never left the room. Space and time itself was warping and folding like origami paper, no, crumbling and tearing like a pony's head shoved against the singularity of a black hole. The power of an avatar of an Elder, of Destruction's corpse Himself, of the very Concept of Chaos, poured over Clockwork like a tsunami, suffocating, terrifying even to one as powerful and normally omnipotent as the Concept of Time. This... creature, this insane, mad, THING Who had already KILLED a CONCEPT and EATEN Him, completely irrational, completely at odds with Reality and having the time of His life tearing Reality asunder, unpredictable, unfathomable - and right in front of Him, holding Him hostage. The storm of Chaos vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by laughter that would have driven entire universes insane. AHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAAHAHA! Oh, oh the LOOK on her face as I did it! As I tore RIGHT into her innocent little mind, aGAIN and aGAIN AND AGAIN! It was so SATISFYING, seeing that cheeky little face turn cruel as new... LIFE came into the world!Time Energy: 48% Despite not owning a mouth, Clockwork's teeth would have gritted until they shattered at the nauseous wave of inertia that struck him like a tsunami. " Perhaps..." gasped Clockwork, the receding tide a strain on his already weakened systems " ...but whilst your madness has driven you on to terrible things, I cannot help but feel you have become...predictable." Not bothering to await a response, Clockwork continued " You went after the one thing that could trap you, tore this world asunder with your parlor tricks and you are settling an old grudge with me it seems. Asking "why" is going to accomplish nothing, though I must express that my previous statement was unfinished." Leaning as much as his head would be able to the nearest portion of wall, as if sharing a secret Clockwork resumed his previous thoughts " Perhaps the reason that your little abomination has seldom come down to visit me so often may be because, dare I think of such a thing while still holding a sane mind, she has grown...fond...of me. Think about it, in a convulted way it makes a lot of sense." He made sure to draw that word out, knowing how much his own Discord despised the arrangement of letters " She is the Element of Cruelty, and the cruellist thing I can imagine happening to me is knowing blighted proof of my torment in Father's eyes is lusting over me like her blood was Love Poison. Such a notion, should I have kept my stomach, would have made me sick." Clockwork knew he was searching an infinite deck for a better hand than what he had been currently dealt, it was just a matter of whether Discord was holding all the aces or not. Even so, a thought provoked him to laugh coldly " If that were the case, it would be wonderously ironic that even I of hateful feelings and bloodless body have much better chance with the amorous lusting of mares than you ever did even in your own sick, little world..." |
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