Raindrop Valkyrie

Each messenger did as they had for Varick before. They each stashed the filed paperwork into their tabard. Each turned on their heel as they spoke to the others. "Very well, I shall lead you to the Master. Please follow me, we shall arrive shortly." Each person's Messenger had a different coloured feather in his helmet. Vayne's had a deep emerald green feather. Matthew's a Navy Blue, with Zagi's Messenger having a scarlet red feather. Ayla's was a Jet Black. The Messengers didn't seem too chatty, but probably could be pressed fro some information. The other servants readily answered any question given to them as long as they knew the answer. **************************************** "Hmmm, just so you know... I acquired this keep. Violet... not exactly a colour I like either. But, might as well fit the part. Violet for some reason was chosen as the Lord of Sorrow's Colour. You'd have to take it up with the first Lord of Sorrow, it was his decision." Sorrow said, his staff clanking as he begin to walk towards the Audience Hall. "I'd have changed it by now... but the powers that be get really upset when I do, so I just leave the decorum alone. It's like I am a guest in my own keep sometimes." he said clearly a bit upset. It was hard to tell with a man so covered up that it was impossible to see his face and well... most of his body. There was the clacking of beads and bones as well; Even his slightest movement caused the cascade of beads to sway wildly. The walking made it worse of course as there was even more clacking making it tougher still to read him. But his voice betrayed him clearly having a tone of emotion. For some otherworldly entity, he sure did talk a lot. "I'd probably have it changed in a jiff to something less... gaudy. Look at this place Lady Helen, it looks like a King shat gold all over my walls and a vile cacophony of colours... simply too much going on in here. I would have things be... much simpler if I could have my way. But nooooooooo. Got to keep with the tradition. Eh... screw tradition if it looks like a Dragon vomited in my living room." He stopped there for a moment before dusting off the front of his coat. "Hmmm, I do apologize milady, it is rather rude of me to complain like this in front of you. I do hope you forgive me, for I am terribly sorry. A good host should never do such. Even if his predecessors had a knack for putting everything and anything they could think of to assault the eyes in the same room. I do hate how eccentric whoever built this halls tastes were... Oh sorry again." He cut himself off early this time hastening his pace towards the Audience Hall.

The being quickly tucked the Parchment into it's tabard. It took a shallow bow towards Varick. "Very, well. I shall lead you to the Master. Please follow me. We shall arrive there shortly." it said hastily. It turned quickly on it's heel as it turned to walk down the hall. It took a brisk pace as it headed towards the Audience Hall. Varick could see many similarly dressed messengers walking down the hall. However each had a different colour feather flowing from its helm. His had an Earthy brown feather. It probably wasn't the easiest thing to see at a distance, but it was certainly one of few that had an earth toned colour. It would be easy to keep track of in the storm of bright neon ones walking about.

((Sorry for the Double Post ahead of time, but going to have to to get this bad boy moving again.)) The Hall of Sorrows, and the Convergence of Fate. And with the ending of each meeting of the hero, The Lord of Sorrow as he was truly known... brought each to his forlorn keep. The one that sit eerily on the far cliff from the Summoning platform. It watched longingly form the hillside awaiting the return of the master. It's great Violet walls glistened with the damp of rain. A keep of this magnitude would normally inspire Awe in one looking upon it. Yet, the only emotion evoked here... was sadness. Sadness and the damp tinge of regret. It reminded each and every one that looked upon it... of why they stood here now. It was the clearest any of these souls had thought in a long time. It seemed to hone it, make them crystal clear. It was evident why they were there now and any doubts dispelled. It was probably some magic in the Halls itself that caused this to happen, to make those that came here know their own purpose in this Clash of Fates. Each hero The Lord of Sorrow lead to a fancy room, lavish with the colours of black and a creamy white. It was much less bright then the Halls itself not a speck of violet to be seen. "Stay here, I will collect you all for when the Convergence of Fates begins. That is when I will tell you everything as with the rest of the souls that will arrive. The wait shouldn't be too long. Until then the servants shall keep you well entertained, fed and whatever you ask of them." The Lord of Sorrow ((he is the same person as the Lord in Violet... just so it is known.)) said. He gestured to what seemed to be suits of armour, but where clearly much more than that. Nothing resided within them and yet they still moved. They were the servants he spoke of, and the ones that would take care of the guests diligently until the time of the Convergence of Fates. ****************************************************** "Well, Helen Lemecier... We have arrived at my humble abode. Normally I would lead you to the guest quarters however... you have no need to wait. For today is the Convergence of Fates. Today, is the the day the Clash Begins. You were the final soul to arrive, and for that there is no need to wait. My servants shall summon each of the others along. I, the presiding Lord of Sorrow, shall lead you to the Audience Chamber where The Convergence shall take place. There you will learn everything that you need to know about the Clash. Each and every one of you will. So, I ask that you follow me to the Audience Chamber, hopefully that isn't too much trouble?" said the Lord in Amaranth to the Woman following him. Or perhaps... she would know him as the Lord of Sorrow now. ***************************************************************** All the others received a Messenger. A Suit of armour much like the other servants, but that wore a Violet and Black Tabard over top it's Steely suit. It arrived holding a missive sent from the Lord of Sorrow himself. "If you are to enter the Clash of Fates, please sign here on the line. This seals the Invitation and allows us to move forward. I shall take you to the Master, The Lord of Sorrow who brought you here, after you sign this missive. We will reach the Audience Hall where you will be told everything of the Clash of Fates and will participate in the Convergence of Fates. Is this clear?" The Messenger asked in a tinny voice. It seemingly echoed forth from is armour, much like the other Servants did. Either way, it was now offering a formal missive before it would take the heros anywhere. The Servants had to have the permission of that they were doing a service for to perform that service. So, even if sent by the Lord of Sorrow himself, they were still required to ask the hero if they would go with them. This is what was outlined in the Missive if the hero so chose to read it. It also went on to describe this as not a binding contract, and other legal jargon. It was a completely fair document, and clearly it showed that the Lord of Sorrow was treating them as guests. ((You may take this time to describe what was gong through your character's mind during the wait... how they interacted with the servants etc... However, to move on all you are required to do, is sign your name on the Missive. The servants will bring you to the Audience Chamber. With Acquie... yours is a bit different. As you are with the Lord of Sorrow already, all you need to do is agree to let him take you there. Once we get this done, I can get to the Convergence of Fates and we can begin this RP for real.))

Hey, no worries. IRL always comes first after all. No big deal.

Kam if you do.... I'll eat my shoes.

So uh... what should I do then?

Maybe I read it wrong then... Eh. I'll work on it lol.

Well, it didn't really mention much to go on... kinda just said things were happening. Unless you want me to decide somewhere to go? Is that what we are getting at here?

So.... I really have no idea how I am supposed to post anything. Not really anything was left for me to expand in any meaningful way that I can think of. Sorry, but I am currently at a loss.

Ress'nok's Reckoning "So this is what dying feels like." The Iridescent Red Victonari thought to himself. His scales bloomed like wildfire in the moonlight of his last moments. A blade resting itself in his chest. He slipped slowly out of this world and into the next feeling the cold talons drag his soul into the black inky abyss. "I wasn't fast enough this time it would seem. Forgive me Lady Wind for I have not used the gift of swiftness you have given me. And I let down my people." and with that final thought he perished from the world. He faced the endless maelstrom of darkness now, it threatened to break apart the very being he had been. The cold black ripped him to flinders. He lost the memories of who he was, the things he had done... the things he fought for. They slipped away from his grasp as he tried to hold onto to them. Yet, they slipped through his fingers as if sand in a hourglass. There was nothing to grab them with, nothing he could get a grip with. Anger rose in his chest overwhelming his soul. "I WAS TO BE A KNIGHT!!! AND NOW YOU TRY TO TAKE WHO I WAS!?!? DAMN THEE TO HELL!!! EVEN IF THOU ARE HELL ITSELF I WILL BREAK YOU DARKNESS!!! FOR THOU CANNOT OWN MY SOUL!!! IT IS MINE AND MINE OWN!!!" It rose quickly to a heated haze. Ress'nok felt it wash over his soul like wildfire, as he was angered at the darkness for thinking it could try and destroy who he was. He accepted his death, but not being erased. This anger he know used to keep himself together. He used this as his grip, the thing that would keep him whole. However... he suddenly felt a white hot flash of power. Then... he felt rain. In the darkness... he had no physical from. So this was a new sensation. Was he there anymore? As in Life he tried to open his eyes to see and found that his eyes responded now. Above him... a Purple starry sky that rained down the cold rain he was used to. He sat up crossing his legs, and he begin to meditate. He tried to dispel the anger he had felt in the void. It was not befitting a Knight, and he needed to rid himself of it now. The rain helped him focus his mind, and he honed the anger to a razor edge. Quickly he curbed it to nothingness, the rain serving as an amazing focus. He didn't even notice the Purple cloaked figure arriving due to this. He had no idea he was even there until he heard that fateful "I am the Lord in Violet, who may you be?" This caused the seasoned warrior to jump... literally. He leaped 30 feet forward quickly from his sitting position as a quick response to the possible danger. Ress'nok wore no armour preferring to let his natural scales soak blows for him so that he could be as fast as possible. It also allowed him to jump huge distances. From a sitting position he pulled off this distance, if he was already standing he could have done so much better. But, it gave him the distance necessary. He whirled around his Harpoon, nearly as if it were an extension of himself. It was his instinct to draw the weapon, nearly as much as the instinct to jump was. He leveled the wicked fishing tool at the Purple-clad man, but... he didn't do so menacingly. He held it so that he knew that he was armed, but not so to impose he was about to attack or strike. "I am Ress'nok Redtail... I shalt ask thou, but one question...what is thine purpose? "Hmmm, well Ress'nok... I have come to collect you. You have answered the invitation after all." the Purple man said. "Invitation? I don't remember one... however I was clearly dead a moment ago and now I stand here with a new form." The hulking Victonari thought to himself. Ress'nok huffed loudly, this one was about to attack him. If he was... he would have been dead a second time already. Ress'nok remembered how he was taken by surprise during his meditation. The Purple man easily let his presence be known. So, either what he said was the truth and he was here to collect him for something... or he was really stupid and bad at killing. Ress'nok decided to go with the former scenario. It was the only logical one in his mind. "What for?" he asked quickly. Ress'nok wasn't much of one for a lot of words. Words could be left for down time and when there was nothing to do. Now was not such a time. The Lord in Violet shifted his weight to one side... clearly looking the Victonari up and down. "So... he really is the Issh'garokk of The Greystone Tribe. He has the red scales that beam like holy fire in the light, and the eyes of purple mist like their legends say. This will be interesting. Though if he is here, he clearly never bloomed into what he was meant to be." The Lord in Violet thought to himself. "I seek to bring you to the Clash of Fates, for you have a claim in it. I can tell you more At my humble abode, The Halls of Sorrow." he said pointing towards the Keep on the hill. Ress'nok nodded and without another word began to tread towards the Keep. He quickly outpaced the Lord in Violet. Not even waiting for the man to catch up. Nadia's Manifestation "Finally... Release." her final words as her body crashed to the floor. It was all she wanted from this world now... to be rid of it's darkness and evil. The shame that was her family's legacy. She was still angered that it ever could begin that she didn't stop it sooner before it hurt people... but she ended it now. And thus... there was nothing left for the Mistress of Black Blades in this life. And thus with her Sword Blank... she took her own life. "I am too broken to live among people now, this is for the best. I had to become a monster to stop a monster." Her own words before she ended her life. And with the thud... only darkness. She felt at home, the darkness she was forced to embrace to end the wicked legacy of the Darke Family and the horrible things they did in the name of magic. They gave it bad name... stained it with the blood of thousands of innocents... in the name of "progress". It even stained Nadia's soul now as she floated into the afterlife. But the darkness didn't scare her. It was a part of her now after all. She embraced its wintery grasp, she wanted to disappear... to be gone. But... one thing kept her from doing so. She kept obsessing over what if she could have stopped it earlier? Could she have saved her brother.... and her Uncle? Could she have saved the thousands her Father murdered? If she could turn back time could she have stopped any of this from happening at all? If only she knew. It bothered her... it itched at the back of her mind. Her very heart burned with a fire that was the fetid concoction of grief, rage, and sorrow. While she was alive... she had no time to dwell on her feelings. All she had time for was murder and destroying the grim legacy her family had created. All the memories of her brother and her beloved Uncle hit her at once. They had lost their lives trying to protect her, keep her safe from her father's insane plans for immortality. It wasn't fair that they had to die. And she wasn't strong enough to protect herself so they had to lose their lives in her place. Her soul weeped pale tears... it wasn't right. She had let them down. By not being able to protect herself, they had lost their lives for nothing. She wouldn't accept that they did that for her. She wasn't worth saving. And yet they did. And she was forced to dismantle her family in their stead. It was too much for a young girl at the time... and even still it was too much for the young woman she was now. She did accomplish it... but at what cost? She had lost all of her sanity... and most of her humanity in the process. She paid the Iron Price for the power to destroy the vile establishment of her own family. And all she got in turn was suffering. Her soul screamed into the darkness and for awhile she could hear nothing. Until suddenly her own ears were full of her own horrid wails. Suddenly she had a body with which to scream, unlike before in the darkness. It took nearly too long to register. Because she didn't want this... she didn't want to be alive... why was she back? She only realized it when the rain started to fall. It hit her shoulders and the top of her head... piercing her like daggers of frost. The chill made her realize just how alive she was... She found Blank yet again, the sword she had used in life. It found it's way to her hand. It was the perfect blade... balanced. It had perfect symmetry, and carried no embellishments or engravings. It would have looked like any other sword to the normal eye. However... it was not the case. It was so normal a sword it was anything but. It's beauty was in it's simplicity. She found it was pristine... not even stained with her blood or that filthy beast known as her father. Clearly... this was someplace else. Then she heard the footsteps. A Man in Violet approached. Nadia had but one thought on her mind. THis one had to be the one responsible for bringing her back. And as such she would end him so she could go back to the endless abyss. She held Blank up above her head as pure dark shadows of the blade itself were summoned, each attached to her fingers by a sting of obsidian black. She cast them towards the approaching man, a torrent of bladed death. He kept walking straight forward, not even attempting to dodge to either side. And every single blade missed him. He didn't even flinch. Nadia screamed out in anger as she wheeled the blades back around, this time forming a fan of blades. They whirled around as quick as her own heart was beating. And they were set to crash into the man. When a Violet aura surrounded him. The blades of Darkness shattered against the violet barrier. Her attack... nothing. Who was this man? And what the hell did he want? In a great frustration... tears began to fall from the dark haired women's eyes. Clear diamonds falling from her eyes of emerald. She screamed at him "WHO ARE YOU!?!?!" "I am the Lord in Violet... and clearly i don't have much time. I am here to offer you a chance to undo your mistakes... and save your brother and Uncle." The man clad in Violet said. He had no time... He clearly had hoped this spirit didn't answer the invitation. She had a claim and yet didn't want to be here at the same time. She had ended her own life. But... her regrets were so powerful that she answered the invitation completely by accident. The Lord in Violet was relieved she was the first spirit to arrive... otherwise things might have gotten much worse. Her anger and misunderstanding were boiling to a head. She didn't want this and she did at the same time. But, now that she was here there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't bother hiding the fact he knew things about them this time, he had no time for games. If he did he would lose her quickly, and he couldn't allow that. More dark blades clashed against his shield. The Wild green-eyed woman... no, demon kept sending more and more. "YOU LIE!!!" she screamed. "No, I do not lie to you Nadia Darke... Lady of Misfortune, Mistress of the Black Blades. I know the plights you have gone through and the darkness you have seen. I know what Rodric and Gunnurd have done for you. They sacrificed themselves to keep your father from using you blood to try and find a false immortality. He tried to use the blood of the Black Dragon that swirls now within your veins. But they kept it form happening. I know this because I have seen with my own two eyes. I know you Nadia, and I know that this chance is something you need to put your soul at ease. And you know it to. You are the one that brought yourself here not me!" he didn't know what her response would be, the battered soul that stood before him was clearly and mostly broken beyond all recognition. She was hardly the girl she was early in her life. She was almost a demon((this figurative by the way... she isn't literally a demon.)) standing on the earth before him. Forced to do horrible things to bring an end to her torment. She could only end her suffering... by suffering more. And when she thought she could be finally free... she only got more in turn. She spat on the ground in front of... Nadia didn't really know what else to do. Her mind ached... and the tears fell down her face despite any effort to stop them. There was no stop to them. She didn't believe this man. She couldn't... but he knew of Rodric her uncle... and of her brother Gunnurd. There had to be some truth. "Why?" was the only word she could choke out. "Because... the Clash of Fates has chosen you to fight in it Lady of Darkness. It wishs you to be a champion in the bout. You answered that call, your desire to save the ones you loved dearly cause you to answer the invitation even if you didn't intend to. I am... sorry that this happened that way. If I had control I would have stopped the invitation and let you rest in peace. But, I cannot. It wanted you... and you answered. All I can do now is offer you the chance to save them. If you can win this Clash." She sat silently there for at least an hour not making a motion or a word. It began to worry even the Lord in Violet. He didn't want another to come into this situation... and he knew it might be inevitable. She sat on the summoning platform still, shivering in panic and shock from the whole situation. He was afraid she might go berserk and kill the others that came through into the Land of Sorrow. He sat next to her, it was the only thing he could think of to do. At least something to comfort the broken soul that was sitting there. At least show her she wasn't entirely alone. For another hour they sat there in complete silence. But then... she spoke. "I'll do it." Nadia had decided she would try and do anything that she could to undo the fate that befell her brother and Uncle. And with that... she was lead to the Keep of Sorrows without another word. ((I really just need to finish up Aodh's intro and we can get into this thing. So... please get that done. If it isn't done by June the 28th however... I am moving ahead without him.))

Annocument time. #SorryNotSorry for the Double Post. Once I get Nero up to the point where I can get his character to the Halls of Sorrow, we are finished with this little opening scene. If you have not intro'd your character I AM NOT WAITING for you any longer. Anywho, all those that have done so, you are good and I feel that our interactions are done for the time being. Once I wrap that up with Nero we will get into the meat and potatoes of this bad boy. It will hopefully get a bit more action packed then and move itself along a bit more lol.

Pokemon isn't allowed to end or stop making Gens until I get my damn Farfetch'd evo. That is all.

It'll be sad to see you go man lol. It was fun watching you in the RP section, you got a real talent and you are fun to see go nuts etc with your characters. They were all pretty interesting in their own rights and I enjoyed every second of it. I will you will get to return one day man. Now, I never say goodbye. It might be a long freaking time until we talk again but I don't care XD. It will happen again. So until that day, stay frosty man, and keep on keeping on.

Ah no issue. It is totally alright lol. I was prepared for that to some extent anyway lol. And I probably will XD.

Eh, I am trying to leave it at a point where I can update everybody straight up to the halls. ((Cause I know kinda what order all of you arrived in in my head whereas you guys don't.)) so, I am just leaving people on their last response if I feel it doesn't need to go further. ((like if I haven't responded to yours in particular, that is the reason why.)) So, big question... who hasn't intro'd their character to some capacity yet? Also @Nero, we do not really enforce writing levels etc... on this particular sub-forum. We are a pretty small community so I would rather RPs be as open as possible. This RP I would consider mid-levelish though, cause I am always a bit lax on specifics, but I personally want the best that people can reasonably do. So, keep that in mind. Basically, I am not going to be accepting one liners... etc that sort of stuff, but I am not exactly going to crack down on grammar etc... unless it is a case where it needs to be done. Personally... I don't really have time for that shit I am not going to do it. Also... keep in mind this RP does ahve basically permadeath... so Super Fleshed out characters who might just end up dying battle 1 just doesn't mesh well, so suuuuper overarching stuff in characters isn't going to go amazingly. This is why I made it so that the characters died BEFORE the story at least once. They were pretty much at the end of their developmental cycle in their own story so they are more complete than say a fresh off the blocks character. Why I wanted pretty long backstories for the characters that way... they didn't exactly require a bunch of in game play to acquire their narrative, they already had part of one at the very least.

Aodh's Advent "Hmmm, I guess I will have to talk slower if you are asking a question I already answered. I... am... the... Lord... In... Violet. You catch that this time or do I need to spell it out for you too?" he sarcastically replied. "Anyway... do you know why you are here, and what you are in fact here for or must that also be lain out before you? I don't mind either way... it just be nice to know." The figure mused. Silef's Session "As is common for the souls that come through here I find. Not that many would know of the Halls these days. It was never a place True Heros traveled through. It is merely the conjuring point of souls who weren't strong enough to do what they originally intended. Those that's names are lost in history, forgotten. This place offers redemption for them... but only through bloodshed and battle. It isn't a glorious place, it is just one of purpose. As such I doubt tales about it would hold much interest to the world at large. Those of Graterras aren't much interested in the plights of those that weren't strong enough to make the right choices in their mortal life. As such... I doubt many remember much of this place." He said trudging onward. He fell nearly silent after saying this. Not much passed into the world other than the sound of his breathing. Though, even that was hard to hear over the sound of the ran. His boots sounded all the more heavy as they hit the cobbles beneath them, his staff as well.

"Hmmm, you mean the kid who has no business in any of this? We met briefly yes. I suppose he has had this battle forced upon him... but it shouldn't be his fight. However... There isn't much I can do about that now is there? Any way. lead the way." Viktor said as he put out his cigar. It was nearly finished anyway, so it didn't bother him too much. However, he still didn't like that kid being in this whole organization. Even if he was an Awakened. He had a life ahead of him... this government business tended to end those short or ruin them to the point they were not normal lives anymore. However, Viktor couldn't stop something the boy had chosen of his own accord and his own free will. So, there was nothing to be done even if he didn't like it.

Same as everybody else. I will just catch you up to getting to the Halls of Sorrow.

Debronee's Disembarkment "Because, it isn't the same sword. And yet it is the same sword. You summoned that one. It is the very same blade though, just a new version of it. You summoned along with the body you now possess." the Violet clad one said. He kept up his rather vigorous pace as he talked. It seemed doing both at the same time didn't phase him at all. As if he was used to talking all the time. "It is thus that with you... the blade was reborn anew. It is the pure naked form it was when you received it as you remember it. Therefore it has accompanied you to this place. It's original still lies with your master if that makes you feel any better. Even if they are the same sword. Think of this one as its shadow, as you are the shadow that was created to battle here. I will explain more as we reach the Hall, and once all are assembled... we shall begin." Vayne's Visit "Perhaps, though it is impossible for me to know. While I oversee this Clash... I don't know of its reward. You'll have to win to find out for certain. What I know, is that the reward can cleanse the greatest Regret... the greatest sorrow of the soul. What that means... I do not know. As the Reigning Lord of Sorrow... I cannot know its power. It is my duty to watch over it, nothing more. I do apologize for not being very helpful Master Vayne, but such is the way of things. You want to see her again don't you?" he said, being unable to resist. He felt for the young man's plight... doing what he thought would save the love of his life only to ruin the lives of her... and everyone else he cared about. It was a hard tale to watch. Though... Sorrow couldn't help but feel for the boy. It was probably the hopeless romantic in him seeing an act of love turn into something completely horrid... twist on the young one so violently, that made him feel this way. But such was the world of Graterras. It was an ugly dark world. The dark mar the World itself left on every soul that came here to him... He saw it every time. Very few got to him, he was used to it after all. But this one did. He still faced away from the Ranger behind him. If it weren't for that and the downpour of rain, Vayne might have seen the single tear drop down his face. "A story all to real for me... It hits too close to home." he thought to himself. Silef's Session "Well Milady, I am honestly not surprised. Many of those that have passed through recently haven't know of it. Tey are my Halls though. A place where... every so often a duel of fates is held. The very Clash of Fates. It is a great tournament that only certain souls are permitted to enter. Only certain souls have a stake in the Clash of Fates... however... you should know this after all. You answered the invitation. You are here because you have a stake in this very battle yourself. I shall tell you more inside, as we have many more guests to await the arrival of." He said, ever so slightly picking up his pace. Matthew's Meeting "Aye, then let us precede. Destiny awaits in the Halls of Sorrow." said the Lord in Violet as he made an abrupt turn. Neville's Encounter "Hmmm, names hold more power than you would think. Also, don't let your guard down, you never know what someone truly is unless you have seen their naked soul before you. Don't be so quick to dismiss things." The Lord mused. The violet beads on his staff glowed for a split second. A Shrill cry of some sort of bird cried out, as the skull turned to face Neville, purple energy burning its eye sockets. "It may not be alive... but don't think for a second I am some fraud. I have more powerful magic than you will probably ever know. Anyway, as you said we have business to attend to. Let us make haste to the Halls." Zagi's Exordium "You own a claim in the Clash of Fates. It is a duel that prize... is something that cleanses the soul of its greatest sorrow, its greatest regret. As such the invitation was sent to your soul as it floated within the limbo between the afterlife, and the world of the living. it is thus, that you answered the invitation, pouring the energy yourself into it. It created your new form here, on this plane to take part in the Clash of Fates." The Lord in Violet said. He kept walking towards the Great Keep that sat on the lonely hill. He didn't look at Zagi as he talked to him. Not out of disrespect, but out of the fact he was trying to speed along their trip to the Halls of Sorrow. "The answer to your second question is thus, this powerful of magic is not in the grasp of mortals. If one could normally recreate their body... a lot of life would truly be meaningless. It is only in the gods hands that this create power to create is lain. So... if you had heard of it normally, I would be greatly surprised. Not even the most powerful of Clerics of a god can replicate this magic. While they can re-affix the soul to even the smallest piece of it's old container... they can't truly create a new one for it."

kk, will be a bit til I can update since busy today, but I will get on to finishing up the opening soon.

Problem text is bolded in red, it is but a small line, but it is an important thing to bring up. Don't expressively take an action with an NPC ((or another's character.)) unless they expressly took this action, or you are given permission to do so. The Lord In Violet/Whatever bloody colour he is wearing at the time is under my control and could be considered... one of my characters. Unless I give you the go ahead to do so, don't ever have him make an express action that I didn't state happening myself as the owner of the character. This is what is called bunnying, or the controlling of another's character. It is typically frowned upon to do so... though this is a very mild example. because one shouldn't be taking the control away from the owner of said character. What is the point if another player can just manipulate another's character on a whim? THis is a mild example as I ahve stated before, but a lot of times it leads to god-modding by the ways of forcing attacks of your character's to land on an oppenent without allowing them to react themselves...etc... It is best to know curb this as it is the opening rather than far down the line in this RP. Remember, do not control NPCs unless expressly told you can by me in any fashion in your own posts. This applies to the other PCs as well.

Helen's Happening "Hmmm, no problem Milady. I mean not to impose. Though, I am not really a mortal man, I am something... a bit different. However, nonetheless I will respect that which was shared between you and Erva. I am not a heartless being after all, I would not trample upon that ground." He said not realizing he had said Erva's name out loud. It was a pretty bad slip to let loose. She had not told him directly her love's name yet, however, by the fact that he had seen her soul and now gathered the context from talking to her... he let slip that her name was known by him. As he didn't notice it he did nothing to correct the situation only continuing to walk, his staff clanking on the ground as he walked. The blue beads on his staff kept faintly glowing as the rain touched them. they seemed to beat with the same pulse as the rain. It was just something that could be seen now as the rain started to pour a bit harder. "At least allow me to shelter you from the rain Milady. You mustn't get drenched in this state of dress, it wouldn't be lucrative to your health." He tapped his staff into the ground once more this time the Blue beads glowing wildly. Around the pair a bubble of water started to expand outwards. He center of which was completely dry. The rain on the outside hit its surface and flowed along with it keeping the rain off their backs for now.

Vayne's Visit "You are here because you answered the Invitation... not sure how many times I have to say that before it sticks." He said staring on the man. Humor probably wasn't the best approach... but he had to do something to get rid of the excess frustration he had been given. "Anyway... all shall be made that much clearer as we reach our destination my boy. But you have a stake in the Clash of Fates. It is why you were sent the invitation. As you have a great travesty to solve... an overpowering regret... you have a chance to undo it. But, let us make haste to the Halls. There is much to be done." Debronee's Disembarkment "Not unknowingly... Misinformed perhaps, but not unknowingly. It was you who poured the energy into the Invitation. You materialized your form here quite willingly. Now... the free will of doing something... and knowing why you choose to do that thing, are entirely different." He said. He still wasn't particularly interested in the young man. However, it changed ever so slightly at the sight of his plight. He seemed not to even understand his own feeling and emotions and he wrestled with them himself. Perhaps it caused the poor melding of his mind to the body when he first arrived. It was a possibility. The effects of this mental state were much more interesting to the Lord in Violet than the man himself. But, he wasn't about to reaffirm that for the one following him. "I cannot tell you why you are here to fight and why you hold a claim in the Clash of Fates. However... we may learn more at my Keep, the Halls. Quickly, come with me." Varick's Visit "Hmm, a real straight shooter we got here. You know what you want. Good to know. You are a lot easier to talk to than some of the others that came through here. They have tired so much crazy tomfoolery already... one of them even tried chopping me up with swords made of dark energy. Was nuts I tell you." The lord in Violet said. He seemed to be drifting off for some reason, which was a strange thing considering he just complemented Varick on being straight and to the point. He quickly refocused though... it was strange talking to him as he would seemingly not be paying attention and yet still be up to speed on the conversation. "Anyway, you would be correct that you cannot get to the World of the Living... nor the dead from here unless... well something is met. If you die of course you will carry on with your journey to the afterlife right from where the Invitation plucked you. Otherwise... you will need to win the Clash of Fates, the whole reason you are here in the first place. Let us continue to my Keep, we can talk more there, and certainly get into more detail." Helen's Happening "It was that bad? I had no idea. Is there something wrong with the colour Violet? Either way I duly apologize for that mistake. I will not make it again. Please Milady, take my hand I shall walk you to my Keep. It is the very least I could do." He reached out his hand to her making a small bow. His hand was wrapped in what appeared to be a velvet black glove. "And the gut-stabbing was a metaphor. I don't care how you kill them, do whatever you please." He said holding his bow. Neville's Encounter "It is? It shouldn't be doing that. Lemme see." he reached up to the skull sitting on his staff and plucked it from the top. It came off rather simply even though it looked like it was well on there. He hit it trying to see if there was anything inside of it. Nothing. "Yea no... your just crazy, anyway doesn't matter we have things to deal with. Well... you do. We are headed for that Keep, the Halls of Sorrow, my Halls. I shall lead the way. Perhaps we shall talk on the way?" Ayla's Arrival "Yes... and no. You died in the world of Graterras, but you are now in a world between the planes of the Living and the damned, deceased and decayed. I suppose during the transition to the Afterlife... you received my invitation, and you answered it. However... while you did so of your own accord... I can't really answer to you why. Most come here to fulfill a regret. they arrive because they have a claim in the Clash of Fates." the man mused as he walked ahead. He quited down awaiting the response from Ayla... though he didn't expect much of one.