Lucas and Morgan: The Epic Continues Forum In a World of Magic and Demons..

NinaNoir	In a World of Magic and Demons... 8 Years Ago Anicca's eyes darted wildly from person to person as she pushed her way down the crowded street. Even though the light was rapidly fading from the sky, folk of all shapes, sizes, and species bustled about their lives at much the same pace; some selling wares, some talking, but most of them continuing on their paths to the next task. Anicca drank it all in. This world outside the temple was new to her, and although her mother's death had pained her, her sacrifice had freed Anicca more than she had probably known. Now the young woman was off to find a new place in her life. Not that she expected an easy go of it. Life wasn't easy for a Tiefling, much less one with as little life experience as she did. But she expected to have the same odds doled out to her as they had in the past: not always in her favor, but apt to change at any rate. The scents and sounds of the street was overwhelming to her, and she hungered for it more than her first blood rite. She had been told that she could find help in a tavern near the edge of the Market called the Singing Tengu, if she could find it. Right now she was content to wander under the rising moon, but she needed to keep a better eye on her surroundings...
BTR	Re: In a World of Magic and Demons... 8 Years Ago There is a searing pain in his heart. A wound so deep and full of anguish that can only be understood by those left alive. It is thought by man that when we pass we join our friends and loved ones in another world. A painless world. It is the curse of those who survive to find themselves deprived of such an afterlife and bereft of their loved ones who has passed into this world. Bereaved are those who are left behind. and inside he bleeds. Kallus lies face down in what he assumes is a mixture of Mud, rain, blood and his own tears. His attempts at raising himself up have so far been fruitless, he can feel where the blade had split him in two and from the corner of his eye he can see what is left of his right arm a few feet away. The rain falls like a blanket of glass over what remains of his home dancing between the flames that engulf everything he's ever known. The place he calls home. Kallus screams as the blade is driven through his shoulder blade. A Monstrous figure stands over him a sword made of blackest bone, adorned with the skull of a forgotten king is forced deeper into his back. The figure above him, a silhouette of a skull with blazing red eyes cackles with a dark hiss like wind through bracken. Two spiked horns adorn the beasts Decayed helm. The Lich lowers it's head with supernatural speed, and with decrepit claw he raises Kallus' head. pointing to the remains of his family, His wife and son, who are in return looking right at Kallus eyes wrought with fear, though they have long since passed, Kallus can still hear their cries for help. The beast cackles once more and whispers into Kallus' ear. "Trecsh ssierka uk vuru Kierka. Truka raesh vahn. Ro Ru Ka Tor Baphon" Kallus wakes.
NinaNoir	In a World of Magic and Demons... 8 Years Ago Anicca felt herself being pulled by the current of people as she slowly got closer and closer to the tavern. The moon was high in the sky now, and she felt herself curl like smoke into the shadows. After all, if there was anything she was taught it was how to blend. Doing that was harder in this crowd, however, and she thought her heard a few slurs thrown in her direction. Finally, the tavern sign was in sight, it's painted board swinging creakily in the air above the door. She stepped towards the entrance when she felt the cold, icy hand on her back, and her eyes went black with fear as they were wont to do. "A She-Tiefling, I think we know what that means," said a gravely voice, and Anicca turned too soon, her chin meeting the flat edge of the shield...
NinaNoir	Re: In a World of Magic and Demons... 8 Years Ago "Anicca, get up," her mother's voice was deep, comforting, soothing her awake. "You need to move." She had been six, and her older sister Dukkha was dressing her younger sister in thick blankets. The temple had loomed above them like a mountain, and her mother's fine silk robes fluttered in the snowfall. Even in the dead of winter, her mother burned like brimstone, the rubies in her hair glowing like embers. Dukkha was warm like their mother, but little Anatta shivered, and Anicca wanted to be strong like the older women. She stuck her chin out stubbornly against the frost for a moment, only to duck her chin back down into her scarf. This had been their third time attempting to smuggle one of the girls out of the temple, to get them to freedom before they came of age and were required to submit themselves to the worship of Belial. It would also be the last chance Dukkha had before she came of age. This time they had tried going out through a passage that led out into the forest, and the hot steam of the temple had been replaced with ice-tinged clouds of breath. Anicca always blamed that frost for why they were caught; they hadn't even seen the guards coming. The pain had flowed beautifully that day.