none is present. nothing can get in or out, without getting revenged by the landscape. You stand in a nearly 5000 foot circle-like aria. No sky is seen, nor and end to the hight of the plane.the large, ex-battle ground of an aria has had the aria around it fall into chaos. There really isn't anywhere to go now.He looks around for the proper path.
"Show me the truth Mother."
"No..."
"Learn what things?
You are hated?"
"Magic, control of unique abilities, blade-work... Many, many things.
No, i came here just for the learning part."she realizes she was fidgeting with her hair, and looked a little startled.
"Who are you talking to? Do you have a voice too?" The small dragon asks Kiara as their paths intersect.
"Show me the truth Mother."
nothing changes, there really seems to be no way out, at least right now. An idea forms in your head... Perhaps not your own, that the chaos will settle over time. You should take a break.
"Who are you talking to? Do you have a voice too?" The small dragon asks Kiara as their paths intersect.
She jumps a little and looks up, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she says as she quickly puts her notepad and tome away, "I was talking to myself, because I like to think out loud." She tries to turn his attention from her bag.
"Whatcha got there?"
nothing changes, there really seems to be no way out, at least right now. An idea forms in your head... Perhaps not your own, that the chaos will settle over time. You should take a break.
"Show me the truth Mother."
He sits slowly, though keeps his eyes open to be alert for potential threats.
the tiny kobold looks up at karia, blue-blooded arteries and all. Her eyes have a glow of mischievousness. A smell of mold raises off her, probably from her mushroom hat.
"Whatcha got there?"
"J-just a book," she says, rather quickly.
"Magic, control of unique abilities, blade-work... Many, many things.
No, i came here just for the learning part."she realizes she was fighting with her hair, and looked a little startled.
"Is your pride there at this Av-a-lon? I do not understand. This one's people taught him blade work, and survival in the wilderness. Is that what you seek to learn?"
you hear someone slow-clapping behind you.
"Good job."
"What about?"
you hear someone slow-clapping behind you.
"Good job."
Reed stands and turns quickly, his axe going from lap to hand in a few seconds.
"What about?"
"Nothing you'd like."
"Is your pride there at this Av-a-lon? I do not understand. This one's people taught him blade work, and survival in the wilderness. Is that what you seek to learn?"
she looks a little confused for a moment, but then it fades.
"I'm here to learn magic."her voice is blissful and animated.
settro stands behind you.
"You've won. This is the only way to win here. See this area? It isn't taken by a demon lord yet, and it's perfectly stable. If you want to survive here, you would take it for your own, build a fortress. But this is a sim, and you really don't have time for that, do you?"
"I don't know, I like weird stuff," his eyes glow green, and his scythe glows black
tarka twists out of reality, only to appear on kaira's shoulder.
"Now I'm really interested. If only i could read."
settro stands behind you.
"You've won. This is the only way to win here. See this area? It isn't taken by a demon lord yet, and it's perfectly stable. If you want to survive here, you would take it for your own, build a fortress. But this is a sim, and you really don't have time for that, do you?"
"If I felt like it, I could build one in a few moments," he said, "I could perform a few spells and make one from the stone itself."
"Hmm. I wonder."
settro flickers out, then back in.
"Would you like to see how long you can survive here?"
tarka twists out of reality, only to appear on kaira's shoulder.
"Now I'm really interested. If only i could read."
At the sound and feel of the kobold, Kiara twists and tries to dump her off, her hands and lips moving as her eyes shine with magical light.
tarka in now located atop your head. She has a bag of chips.
"What's the problem?"
she giggles.
"Is your pride there at this Av-a-lon? I do not understand. This one's people taught him blade work, and survival in the wilderness. Is that what you seek to learn?"she looks a little confused for a moment, but then it fades.
"I'm here to learn magic."
her voice is blissful and animated.
"Not a bad goal. Shamans can be quite useful to a pride."
Looks around, then looks up."Thank you for your company, Mar-sell. I will leave you in peace."
There is a weird rustle noise and you realize the reason his back looked odd is due to the pair of wings he has unfurled for flight. He leaps up, and a beat of his wings casts him upward into the canopy of the trees.
"Hmm. I wonder."
settro flickers out, then back in.
"Would you like to see how long you can survive here?"
"It would be interesting."
tarka in now located atop your head. She has a bag of chips.
"What's the problem?"
she giggles.
"I HATE to be touched without being asked."
"Hay, wait!"
she turns her device on, and swims after you.
she jumps off.
"Sorry, only meant it as a joke."
you can't quite tell how serious she is.
You lose sight of him in the thick upper areas of the trees. You scan the trees around you and see and hear nothing.
"I.. Wasn't done talking to you..."
she looks around, then slowly Swims off.
"Aright, I've set it up so you can keep your progress here. You will return in the condition and location you left off. Good luck. Of you need a tip, ask me. I'm watching. You're fun to watch."
she jumps off.
"Sorry, only meant it as a joke."
you can't quite tell how serious she is.
She lets the spell fall short as she relaxes a little, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've been introduced, I am Kira."
"Aright, I've set it up so you can keep your progress here. You will return in the condition and location you left off. Good luck. Of you need a tip, ask me. I'm watching. You're fun to watch."
"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not," he says.
"I'm British. Wait... No, I'm tarka. What's British?"
she doesn't seem focused on anything, really.
"I'm British. Wait... No, I'm tarka. What's British?"
she doesn't seem focused on anything, really.
"I have no clue," she says as she opens her bag and pulls out a tome, "I honestly have nothing on that."
settro smiles as he fades out.
tarka laughs.
" wish i knew what i was talking about. I usually don't. Hard to keep track of all the random thoughts in my head."
settro smiles as he fades out.
Reed turns to the empty space and begins to construction of his fortress, making sure it would be difficult to get there.
construction goes over well. The walls could use buffing off, they are still rough like rust.
tarka laughs.
" wish i knew what i was talking about. I usually don't. Hard to keep track of all the random thoughts in my head."
She puts the tome back and pulls out a spellbook, "Do you mind if I try something?"
construction goes over well. The walls could use buffing off, they are still rough like rust.
He makes sure that the areas where creatures could possibly get in are bottlenecked and trapped.
"What is the book about anyway?" His eyes dim but his scythe retains its black glow
"What kind of "something"?"
she asks, curious.
"It was my mother's spellbook, one of them anyway, if you must pry." She looks back at the kobold, "Its a spell, of sorts."
"That tells me less then nothing. You made me forget things i didn't even know."
"Why did you think I wouldn't like it?" He looks somewhat confused
"That tells me less then nothing. You made me forget things i didn't even know."
"It will let me see into your mindscape and see what all's in there and see if I can find what makes you tick." She looks at Grim, "Its personal, very personal."