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Cross Effects 3.0-It was good while it lasted / Re: Re: Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? In Character Game Thread
« on: May 03, 2015, 07:13:06 PM »
Natara
The sudden interruption of a woman carrying a knocked out kid was the only thing that had stopped Natara from dissolving the fool's face. Instead she retched again and forced a bit more of the Taint outside of her along with the water in her mouth. The Caretaker would not allow her choices to be dictated by anyone, especially a stranger who understood nothing.
Natara suppressed her ire and instead focused on The Chalice. The black liquid on the ground separated itself from the bile and flowed back into the cup. She still needed to keep the prisoner somewhat satiated with more sacrifices and checking the stability of the magic holding the prison together was also necessary. It was almost boggling how this day managed to get worse and worse.
Without a word she turned her back to the stranger with the gourd and the newcomers. She needed quiet and seclusion to perform more delicate work with The Chalice and she couldn't even maintain the illusion of tranquility with all these people blundering into her business.
Urthemiel
The Old God said nothing. There was really no reason to. He would learn what was expected of him soon enough. "Focus your attention to the demon, Adjutor. It is a being of the Fade and by its nature it will always be connected to it. The connection is not perfect but it will do."
Then she snapped her fingers and a glyph commonly used to put subjects to sleep blazed into existence under Adjutor's feet.
The sudden interruption of a woman carrying a knocked out kid was the only thing that had stopped Natara from dissolving the fool's face. Instead she retched again and forced a bit more of the Taint outside of her along with the water in her mouth. The Caretaker would not allow her choices to be dictated by anyone, especially a stranger who understood nothing.
Natara suppressed her ire and instead focused on The Chalice. The black liquid on the ground separated itself from the bile and flowed back into the cup. She still needed to keep the prisoner somewhat satiated with more sacrifices and checking the stability of the magic holding the prison together was also necessary. It was almost boggling how this day managed to get worse and worse.
Without a word she turned her back to the stranger with the gourd and the newcomers. She needed quiet and seclusion to perform more delicate work with The Chalice and she couldn't even maintain the illusion of tranquility with all these people blundering into her business.
Urthemiel
The Old God said nothing. There was really no reason to. He would learn what was expected of him soon enough. "Focus your attention to the demon, Adjutor. It is a being of the Fade and by its nature it will always be connected to it. The connection is not perfect but it will do."
Then she snapped her fingers and a glyph commonly used to put subjects to sleep blazed into existence under Adjutor's feet.