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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
Aug 10 2016, 04:33 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 25 2016, 08:12 PM by Septiezal.)
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Heat, it gave the serpent strength. Water was not a flame's best friend, but warmth was a snake's. As long as the warm waves rolled over his scales, his muscles felt empowered. The chilled deadlands of Canis sapped the strength from his body for so long Septiezal had thought it to be normal until he entered the furnace of Orgin. The young serpent had found this to be a reptilian haven. Not only was there heat, but prey on in this giant cavern as well. With the fire reignited in his blood, he weaved through Fornax's waters, his body elegantly swishing from side to side. Septiezal felt like he could swim forever.
He turned his head up towards the surface, were rays of light from the lanterns pierced the warm, blue depths and swam into the soft, dancing beams. He filled his lungs with air as his arrow-shaped head broke through the surface. Heat filled his snout and tail as Septiezal casted his spell. It was delivered without a hitch and soon the water around him began hiss and boil, rising up into wispy steam. Septiezal watched the steam dance around his scales and trail after him as his slid through the lake. He smothered his spell as soon as felt the warm water turn too hot and sting his scales. The serpent weaved towards land, feeling the uncomfortable heat slip away.
"Speech." Thoughts...
ROLL 13
Septiezal attempts to Cast Spell — Smolder Step( Make steam! )
Albeon honestly doesn't even though what he is doing, coming back to Fornax again, he has gained this odd habit of constantly looking to see if there's anything worthy of taking note of in something that he probably literally just checked 20 minutes ago. He's searching completely aimlessly as of late but he doesn't think he can remember what it is. It has been a while since that competition happened, his mind was shaken from such a traumatising vision when he did his part on the Magicka Contest, so he didn't care that he didn't win, still doesn't even though he's confused now how the horse who also participated also changed a rock, but Albeon on the other hand literally distorted the fabric of space to get his gem, the horse apparently just made his transform. He somewhat still is shaken from of that vision, which appears to be connected as to why he's moving around aimlessly even though he has no intention of adventuring. He did hear how that bastard Mosi was in the wrestling, which he sadly won, yet he seems uncaring about that, now don't get Albeon wrong he still utterly hates that Wannabe and would love to see him be put in his place, yet he doesn't care perhaps it has to do with apparently lots of Gembounds were outraged how he won and not the snake that was there.
Who knew why he couldn't care less about that or what he was looking for... Who the hell cares? A fake god is still a fake god, and he can't remember what he is looking for it's as simple as that. He doesn't care at all about anything really now.
Continuing his trek over to the surface of the water, while he doesn't know what he's doing as of late, he'll gladly welcome this wonderful warm water again. Jumping into it once again to take a quick soak, letting it wash away all the aches and pains that are still there a little from that vision, the end of his scarf tenderly landing against the film of the hot water's surface, which made a tiny splash sound and ripples can be seen from where the scarf slowly floats. Speaking of he refuses to shut his eyes in the relaxation, hasn't slept for a while actually as he worries about another vision coming to him if he does. He also doesn't move across this water any further, for while his kind is good at some things, swimming is what a corvid slightly lacks in.
From afar he detected the steam that wafted out, which eventually reaches over and hits Albeon's face, which makes him hiss in response, the steam is sticking to his feathers in the appearance of dewy moisture, and by reflex but pointless really he tries to shake it off, although it seems more like he's really shaking his head at it. Can't blame Albeon, for this is the second time his relaxing in Fornax was disturbed that it's rather cloy now, still Fornax is already so hot, now this steam makes it feel like everything that's in the caves is like a damn radiator.
Still he isn't quite sure if that's a good sign, so he spreads his wings out and turns them for them to be in front of him, in a slight battle stance in case it was an attack.
Aug 25 2016, 08:52 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 25 2016, 08:52 PM by Septiezal.)
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Ripples tickled Septiezal's scales and the snake took interest in the source. He briefly wonder if it was stupid rat playing in the water, but when he lapped the air, his tongue told him differently. It tasted like an avian, and one he had never come across before. Curious, the serpent crept closer, steam still lifting from his scales. There was no ambush in these waters, they appeared to be crystal clear to the snake. Septiezal, despite his the call of his hunger instincts, he thought it to be a better to check the bird out rather than hunt it. Besides, there was plenty of prey on the islands and if the avian annoyed him, he was right there in striking distance.
Septiezal lifted his head further from the water as he approached the other Gembound. Water droplets dripped from his wet chin as he eyed the raven. "A little bird like you shouldn't be splashing in the water like an injured rat." He said, flicking his sooty, forked tongue. He didn't mean to sound ominous, but it probably came out like so. "It might cause a certain snake to go into a hunger aggression."
Albeon was still in an defence stance since he still doesn't know whether that this steam indicated a threat, still he hasn't seen a substance of air being in this large dosage, except when he saw... The smoke, so much smoke... His eyes started to widen and his body went stiff, he was spaced out from the horror it was, he wasn't really there, like he was hypnotised. He quickly snapped out of it, turning his head to the left but then his head limped down as in dizzyness from picturing that vision again, Albeon let his guard drop a bit as he puts one of his wings that were in a battle stance to the top of his head as if to soothe it and balance it, his eyes were glaring down at the ground in regards to that image of horror, he really wishes it would just go away. Back to the steam he turns his head back up letting his wing go back to it's defence stance, a corner end of his gem that's next to Albeon's eyes acting as his own eyebrows furrowed trying to find the source again.
And the gaze that's in his eyes narrowed to focus a little bit more, and when he saw the serpent surface itself from the water, a brow rose in scrutiny over what the snake just said about how he shouldn't be acting like an 'injured rat', was that supposed to be some well-meaning advice or a threat? He did glare down though with seriousness when it said how it would cause snakes to go into 'hunger aggression'. Was he referring to himself? While the idea of predators feeding others lives absolutely disgusts him and he wishes to teach them all lesson, still the serpent did say that it would only provoke such aggression if he was splashing in water, not to add due to the things he's seen he really doesn't care about anything right now. Alright... Whatever... He spreads his wings out and flaps them backwards. Flapping them to lift himself back into the air a little, his scarf which had a lot of loose folds from touching the water, has now smoothed out straight from now being in the air, water also dripping from the torn pointed ends of his scarf weighing it down a little. Flapping his wings forward in front of him to allow the conservation of momentum to push Albeon's flight in reverse so he can land back onto the shore, the end of his scarf is gently rustling from the wind as it moves in front of Albeon. That way he can get out of the water while not taking his eyes off the snake. Making his soft landing on the ground of the shore, he really does wish that his relaxation wasn't disturb constantly seriously, but since the snake's exact words were seemingly that he won't feed on him as long as he isn't in the water, so that's what he did, he got out of the water.
"...Really weird coinindence how a snake shows, when I was thinking about a snake that was in a competition of those Olympics. Be seriously weirder, if you're that same snake." Well if the snake was the same one, then he just might like him... Maybe anyway, after all he did fight that asshole and saw how much of a jackass he was too from what he heard.
Septiezal frowned when the raven mentioned the wrestling competition. Although most of the anger and embarrassment he a felt about the match had ebbed away, it was still an unpleasant memory he never wished to recall. The serpent slithered towards the bird, or rather towards land, and lowered his head to the shore. Even though Fornax was warm through and through, the dry ground was a lot cooler than the water and Septiezal felt his cold blooded body return to a comfortable temperature. He weaved around the black feathered avian, so that he could completely pull himself out of the heated lake, taking note of how cool his accessory looked around his neck.
"I am that same snake, unfortunately." He grumbled. The python pulled his body into a relaxed coil, and faced towards the bird, his slit pupils focusing on the scarf. He his tongue to taste the materials this strange, new item was made out of. "Nice.. um... cloth thing by the way."
Aug 28 2016, 06:15 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 29 2016, 09:29 AM by Albeon.)
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Albeon did notice that twitch in the lips turning upside down a little over his mention of a snake, oh don't tell me... This really is the same one isn't it? He feels kinda bad now, over ending up forcing that snake to remember the memories of that asshole God-Wannabe. His brow raising in scrutiny once again when he saw the snake raise itself from the water, and begun to move around Albeon. He's still a naive child, so this action doesn't make him uncomfortable, seeing how he took the exact words of the snake's advice or threat as meaning that as long as he didn't go into the water then he's fine.
Hearing the snake say that he is in fact that same snake, he did notice the tone. Albeon doesn't blame him for it though, 'unfortunately' is the perfect word to say when it comes to encountering with that beast. He answers back now, "Uh... Sorry for making you remember that. The misfortune of having to interact with that asshole God-Wannabe in any form is a very unpleasant experience and that's putting it damn mildly. Sorry about that." He would yell, but while he is getting better somewhat, the apathy and numbness from the vision is still there, not to add he doubts the snake will appreciate him raising his voice too loud.
He did see how the serpent has been eyeing his scarf for quite a bit now, and giving the compliment about it, frankly he's surprised how this is the first time that a comment was made about the scarf, he didn't see many other Gembounds wear something resembling a cloth anyway. "Oh thanks, randomly found it in Canis." He'd say more, but he really doesn't know whether or not the snake wants him go into a long story about how he found it, just mention it was from Canis, even if he can't stand his birthplace.
Aug 30 2016, 05:29 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 30 2016, 05:30 PM by Septiezal.)
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He nodded at the bird's words. Canis. He thought of his birthplace and how he had not been back there in a while. When he was younger, it was both a place of feasting and terror, but now that he had out grown mice and his predators, it was just a cold death yard. Yet, he could not help but feel a sense of nostalgia towards the cavern. Septiezal wonder if he should give Canis a visit. Maybe he could find a rat or a neat looking scarf like the wound around the raven's neck.
"Gods." The python scoffed. "There's no such thing." Septiezal was not a believer in any overpowered, otherworldly beings. He saw everyone as just a typical Gembound. The only stranger things in this cave were the mycelium, but even they were just fungi to him, nothing mystical or worthy of worship. "Mosi is a fool to believe himself to be one."
Septiezal could not help but wonder. Did this raven receive the Mosi-experience too? He sure knew about his god-complex and how vile, yet unforgettable that beast was. Then again, he guessed one could pick all that up just by watching him at the wrestling match, but the way he spoke about him told him differently.
"Did you have the misfortune of meeting Mosi too?" He asked.
He wonders what the nod is about, does he want one too? ...There was still a part of the scarf still in Canis that he failed to rip off which the wall of bones is still the proprieter of, he could just tell him that if he was in the mood for it and was asked. Is there really any point though...? Still... He'll only tell him, because just like the snake he views it the same way... No he views it in a bigger negative light... The remnants of a battlefield, a wasteland... And in general a graveyard... He has nothing positive to think of that hellhole, well... He guesses thinking the horrors of that vision are worse than what Canis is counts as 'positive' that vision had actual pile of corpses. He just wants to barricade Canis though, who needs a place like that? But due to all of this he shall only tell of that last piece if he actually asks, he won't show him where personally, he's not going anywhere near that place.
The serpent claimed about the lack of existence in Gods, sadly he has to agree... There's no way something like that exists after all, all these horrors such and Canis and that vision exist, if they do exist then Mosi is actually doing a good job at impersonating one... If they allow these things to happen and let it be natural, no wonder he's starting to be apathetic to things, it's apparently natural, but he still doesn't like it. He closes his eyes and scowls briefly to answer in seriousness on how much he agrees, "Very much true... Even if they were real things, Mosi would still very much not be one, period. Thinking that this supposed 'godhood' of his allows him to justify all the things he does that are very questionable. Not a good 'leader' to follow, delusional to think he's a 'leader' either." Honestly the only thing he would consider to be a deity would be Bara, and that's just due to the size and not being like Mosi, he knows Bara is not an actual deity.
He sighs in sadness through the nostrils on his beak, and slowly opens his eyes back open to half-lidded, his beak back to being neutral expression, when he was asked about if he had the misfortune of meeting Mosi too, which is very much so, misfortune comes his way a lot really. "Yes I have, huge misfortune actually, seeing how he was the first Gembound I met, encountered him not long after I emerged. Very horrible experience to put briefly." He'd say traumatising but the vision he had is the real traumatising experience.
He was beginning to grow fond of this Gembound. To hear him agree with his opinion of the canine-creature, it scratched an itch Septiezal longed to reach. His eyes lit up with sastifaction, knowing that he was not the only one to think of him like this. Now that he had found mutual ground over their hatred of Mosi, the serpent decided that this raven was not prey, but perhaps, a friend in the making.
Septiezal could not help put pity Albeon. There seemed to be something plaguing the bird, he could see it in his eyes. Not only that, but the first Gembound he met was that horrible canine-creature. He was lucky to found by one of his own kind who showed him the better things in Canis. The serpent knew he was small as a newborn, a bite sized snack. If Mosi had found him, he would not bet coiled here today. He wondered how such a small bird could have escaped the jaws of that beast. Now that he was looking back on his hatchling days, Septiezal never realized how much he had grown. He was slowly, but surely, working his way up the food chain. That was something to be proud of.
The serpent shook his head at the raven's words. "What a welcome into the world." He gave the bird a sympathetic look. "Horrible." He hissed. A part of him did not want to know what was so horrible about their first encounter, but morbid curiosity kept tempting him to ask. He finally gave in. "What happen, if you don't mind me asking?"
He had quite a liking to this Gembound too it was nice to have another conversation with another Gembound that was a nice discussion, although he's very unsure about the whole thing with the threat, seeing it sounds like he preys on helpless ones Mosi does... Wait... Don't call yourself 'helpless'! You're a proud, young prodigy saviour Albeon, no savage can stop the current you! The arrogant thoughts keep on coming in retaliation to that claim of how he's 'helpless'. Yes, though... The term for what the serpent shall be feeling from a scratch would be validation probably... Maybe... Something he personally needs in regards to these flashes in a way... Or more specifically the truth about it, his outlook on things might change if he gets the answer in regards to it. While he never watched that battle since he came by, around the time it ended, but it would be a horrible experience, to lose to that scumbag, Albeon technically won the round they had but it was still a horrible experience nonetheless. Still according to Rinaotei, apparently not many were cheering for Mosi, if any at all. Since the other spectates saw that scumbag's true colours just as much as Albeon did when he met him. Seeing the lit up eyes he feels the geothermal on the ground be rather comfortably warm now, no tension possibly due to it.
Well the incident with Mosi still plagues him sometimes, but the vision is plaguing him more nowadays. His eyes probably make him look old, even though he still possesses the naiveté of a child though. Still by old soul since he probably looks like he has seen a war... He has in a way the aftermath of one with Canis, and now vision of one. The aftermath of one also having a slight simulation of being in an almost hopeless battle from Mosi trying to prey on him. Albeon himself had some helplessness that time, while he could fly, use efficient Spells and had some feathers but in comparison to the amount of feathers he has now his chick self who emerged looks naked in comparison, not to add the amount of Spells he has now he has improved vastly even more than the time he did the Magicka Competition, so the chick self was a weakling in Magick use in comparison. After all, ... A past self is always be inferior to the future self... Always... If not, then you're going to have more despair in this world than ever. Albeon himself is going up the food chain with age, however he doesn't care for that, since he thinks Social Darwinism is a load of bullshit and so doesn't abide to it much, such as not preying on another live creature since he already knows how it feels to be a target.
'What a welcome into the world.'
Yeah seriously... And more things keep on coming, such as the vision. He thought things were looking up when he met Bara afterwards and he kept on getting Spell after Spell. Good things always come at a price though... Very sadistic this place is. No one can truly be happy... With that his head lowered in response and in agreement, he knows all too well that it's horrible. Still he was asked the question again in regards to it. Well he thinks this time he can say it in a more general manner.
"Well when he met me, he was bragging about his name meaning, even though I didn't give a shit, he was also trying to prey on me when doing this. I caught on quickly that he was in a way, going to kill me and so I tried to get away, he tried to tail me when I did but then Mosi...Tripped somehow when following me, don't know how. Bragging some bullshit nonsense about how he created the 'stars' in Orion when he got back up from the fall. I told him how can he make such omnipotent claims right after he just did a pratfall." Probably still more than what he hoped to say but was less than what he said to Bara, "When I said that to him, cue explosive temper tantrum, after that he wanted to do more than kill me, he wanted to outright slaughter me. Don't think his temper tantrum in response to that remark would've settled until he was certain that I was truly dead, so probably would've did something to my gem too even if he did rip me apart." Wouldn't want the chick to be resurrected anyway. "After that he just started trying to direct kill me, it's only thanks to possessing Arcane Magick and him being too dumb to know about Magick, that I saved myself and got away." He shall let the snake process things from here.
