Post by Dirge on Oct 14, 2010 14:39:45 GMT -5
( As we both know, the rules are as follows: No modding, no metagaming. Must prep accordingly. Have fun.
Yes, it's a rule, too. Let us begin. )
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It was a quiet day in Gensokyo. The mage known as Vincent Fiorelli was paying a visit to the lady that watched over the entire place, Yukari Yakumo, even though she was mostly sleeping and let her shikigami do the hard work. With only the job of maintaining the border that gave birth to the world along with the shrine maiden who resided in her respective shrine, the lady of Gensokyo could allow herself to receive a guest every now and then.
The magister needed to research a giant temple hidden under several layers of ice and snow which location he had found while reading a couple of the oldest books in his study. He figured the lady could take him there, for a price. After an eventful evening, the mage asked her if she could use one of her gaps to send him there the next morning, however, the lady misunderstood the magister's statement and opened a gap up right away. The Fiorelli let out a light sigh as he fell into the boundary while Yukari saw him off. Then everything went black...
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Wandering through Yukari's endless space, the void seeming to consume anything and everything, a glimpse of light could be seen "far away" in the "distance." The mage was being drawn towards this eerie luminescence and once he was close enough, he teared through the empty space. Another gap opened up and the magister flew right through it, quickly noticing the cold temperatures of the area. He had arrived at a tundra of some sorts, ruins and pillars from an ancient civilization piling up on the snow.
Stretching a little bit, the crimson robes that seemed to adhere to his body shifted slightly, the hilt of his mythril blade, Liberi Fatali, jutting out directly from the fabric of the attire. The particularity of these clothes were that, despite being almost weightless, they could withstand most bladed weapons. Added onto this was the fact that the whole attire was linked to the mage's personal dimension, from where he could pull out his weapons, spellcards, grimoires and personal artifacts. Silver tresses of hair draped over the fabric of his clothing, giving off faint wisps of light that would eventually reach the ground and disappear upon touching the snow around his enchanted dragonskin boots.
Another presence was felt by the Fiorelli nearby thanks to one of his two remnants from his elementalist days; the ability to sense the aura of living and non-living beings as well as the aura that coursed through the land. This ensured that he wouldn't be taken by surprise though it wasn't a perfect skill. It had its flaws. His left hand's fingertips caressed the runes of Liberi Fatali's sheath as his senses remained alert. If he wanted to explore the ruins in peace, he would have to take care of this little nuisance first. He awaited in place for this entity to show up, separating his feet slightly upon the snow-covered area.
Yes, it's a rule, too. Let us begin. )
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It was a quiet day in Gensokyo. The mage known as Vincent Fiorelli was paying a visit to the lady that watched over the entire place, Yukari Yakumo, even though she was mostly sleeping and let her shikigami do the hard work. With only the job of maintaining the border that gave birth to the world along with the shrine maiden who resided in her respective shrine, the lady of Gensokyo could allow herself to receive a guest every now and then.
The magister needed to research a giant temple hidden under several layers of ice and snow which location he had found while reading a couple of the oldest books in his study. He figured the lady could take him there, for a price. After an eventful evening, the mage asked her if she could use one of her gaps to send him there the next morning, however, the lady misunderstood the magister's statement and opened a gap up right away. The Fiorelli let out a light sigh as he fell into the boundary while Yukari saw him off. Then everything went black...
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Wandering through Yukari's endless space, the void seeming to consume anything and everything, a glimpse of light could be seen "far away" in the "distance." The mage was being drawn towards this eerie luminescence and once he was close enough, he teared through the empty space. Another gap opened up and the magister flew right through it, quickly noticing the cold temperatures of the area. He had arrived at a tundra of some sorts, ruins and pillars from an ancient civilization piling up on the snow.
Stretching a little bit, the crimson robes that seemed to adhere to his body shifted slightly, the hilt of his mythril blade, Liberi Fatali, jutting out directly from the fabric of the attire. The particularity of these clothes were that, despite being almost weightless, they could withstand most bladed weapons. Added onto this was the fact that the whole attire was linked to the mage's personal dimension, from where he could pull out his weapons, spellcards, grimoires and personal artifacts. Silver tresses of hair draped over the fabric of his clothing, giving off faint wisps of light that would eventually reach the ground and disappear upon touching the snow around his enchanted dragonskin boots.
Another presence was felt by the Fiorelli nearby thanks to one of his two remnants from his elementalist days; the ability to sense the aura of living and non-living beings as well as the aura that coursed through the land. This ensured that he wouldn't be taken by surprise though it wasn't a perfect skill. It had its flaws. His left hand's fingertips caressed the runes of Liberi Fatali's sheath as his senses remained alert. If he wanted to explore the ruins in peace, he would have to take care of this little nuisance first. He awaited in place for this entity to show up, separating his feet slightly upon the snow-covered area.