What's this? Something strange has appeared in Polaris, not too far from the spire. With all the strange things in the caves already, it shouldn't be too out of place, but one would have to admit that it's very pretty.

Eggs!

There are dozens of them, all arranged in a not-so-neat pile. Almost like chrysalises, though somehow detached from the cave walls, each one is perfectly oval shaped and shining with colours that seem just a little too perfect to be natural. Each one seems to be unique, with many boasting extravagant and intricate patterns. each one appears to be hewn of pure gemstone. They're a little heavy, and come in a wide variety of sizes, some just a couple of inches in length, and others as heavy as a house cat; perfectly suited for the various denizens of the caves to come and claim their own, so long as they can carry it, of course.

Note: participating in this thread is totally optional!

Your character may choose to participate IC in collecting their egg from the pile here! Otherwise, just picking it up from the Magicka Shop is assuming they have collected it from this pile.

Also, keep in mind that rolling the spell itself will ultimately "do nothing" as the eggs cannot break, do not have a scent, are immune to magic, etc. But if desired, you may roll to determine how impressive your egg is.

Aithaxas had been out exploring Polaris, something he had never really finished doing.. Aithaxas had made sure to avoid the spire, as it made the young Gemling highly uncomfortable to be around. But he noticed something close to it- an uneven pile of shining eggs. Curious, he got closer.

Yes, they were definitely eggs. Though it was odd- they didn't smell like anything at all. Aithaxas tilted his head, looking at them. These eggs were of various sizes, with bright markings. Each of these eggs seemed unique. Some were tiny, others were extremely large (at least to young Aithaxas), being only slightly smaller than the maned wolf himself.

Aithaxas decided that he wanted to take one of the eggs. After taking a brief moment to decide, he chose an average looking egg. It was not extremely tiny, yet it also wasn't as big as he was. It seemed perfect to him. He lifted it up in his mouth, making sure to be careful with it- although it seemed to be much harder than what he could crack open. Could he even do such a thing? He didn't think to try. The egg was also much heavier than what he had been expecting.

In the darkness, she was falling. A blur of sensations and emotions brushed past her thoughts, a whirl of confusion that messed with her perceptions. Bursts of colour exploded in her vision, burning hot and then cold, and shimmering with everything in between. Just as it was all about to become too overwhelming, everything stilled, and faded to black. The creature suddenly became aware of her own presence, her being, her very existence that created this consciousness. Where was she? As soon as she asked the question, the answer arrived with thrilling immediacy. She knew exactly what to do to find out. The creature opened her eyes. Burning acid, sizzling like rancid fire, slitted pupils straight out from hell. They glanced around her surroundings with a calm and collected disposition. Surrounded by gleaming green walls on all side, she was cramped into a prison. A cell that she had to get out from. As far as she knew, there was only one way to escape: she had to shatter the walls that continued to restrict her. Shifting her weight, the creature noticed she had paws. They would have to do. She tapped them against the wall, producing a crystalline sound that echoed in the small space. Not strong enough. She methodically began to work up her pounding, eventually throwing her entire weight against the wall in an attempt to break free. "Naga speaks" 'Naga thinks' OOC: Happy Easter and 1st April! Come to find your easter eggs? Find a hatching Naga instead. Your optional April Fools joke :3

Aithaxas had almost walked past the chrysalis, having mistaken it to just be another egg. When a thump resounded inside- but no creature came out- he decided to help. The thumping continued. Aithaxas assumed it was another Gembound like himself. He dropped the egg, bounding over to the chrysalis.

"I'll help!" he called out, not sure if whatever was inside could hear him. He began to claw and pound at the chrysalis. He was small, having nowhere near the same amount of strength as an older Gembound, but he could at least try to help out in some way.

He jumped back with a yelp when cracks appeared on the chrysalis. He stood back, waiting to see what- or rather, who- came out.



@Naga

Dragon wasn't looking for eggs. He wasn't looking for anything. He was just travelling, limpy leg dragging over the ground, when he spotted the pile of gemstone eggs ahead.

He stared; he huffed.

There was already a stranger there--one helping another Gembound to hatch, no less. What is this? Where did it come from? ...What if the BETRAYER is at fault? What if these are all children of the caves, here for her use? They were certainly ludicrously shiny enough. With another huff, Dragon examined the stranger, the... dog? Wolf? Thing. He then disregarded it--it seemed to need no help.

The alligator wondered if he should take one of the eggs away. A single chrysalis, rescued from whatever Nemean's plan was. He could try to move them all, of course, but she might come back at any time. And one... Well, he could manage one. Maybe there'd be a new Child within, one he could aid, and raise, and--oh there were his dad instincts kicking in again.

Without further thought, the alligator waddle-dragged his way to the pile, snagging an egg in his jaws at random, carefully delicate with the gem. It was a fairly impressive egg, but then again, he couldn't see that at all--because it was in his mouth.

Dragon didn't stick around. He turned, waddling off toward Cetus, limping and huffing all the way.

((And exit, unless--something happens!))

Envy was scuttling in their usual lopsided fashion through Polaris, when a flash of colour caught their eye. the weasel quickly changed course and bounded towards it, their eyes glittering as they neared, rapidly picking up speed. There were a few other gems present, and a chrysalis that was currently in the process of hatching, but Envy paid them no heed. Their jaws were salivating and they sat back on their haunches to simply gawp as they beheld the enormous mountain of pretty, pretty stones. Envy bounced and hopped into action, knowing that they had to have some of these for themselves. The little one bristled and bounced, twiddling their paws and scampering around as they looked for the best, and the brightest, to take back home with them to Orion.

The many colours filled their gaze, so bright that it hurt. It took some time to find one that they could carry. And they frowned, biting their lip in disappointment as they realized that it was probably the dullest egg on the pile. In fact... as it an egg, or just a rock? Envy scurried away for a while, but was unable to find one small enough for them to carry. Soon, they returned, frowning. For now, it didn't matter. There had to be something behind these, after all. Maybe there was something inside them? Pretty things like this didn't just appear, did they? Envy stooped low, wrapping their paws around it, and managed to lift it, just, after a bit of staggering. And then they hobbled out, their back hunched with the weight, to find a place to hide their new prized possession from the rest of the world.

-exit Envy-

"speak."

Some time later, a little white stoat returned. She traveled quickly, with her head low to the ground, with clear purpose in her lilac eyes as she scurried intently towards the piles of colourful eggs. It was unclear who the little white stoat actually was, and she seemed antsy not to be seen; quickly, the little thing disappeared into the midst of the piles, burrowing in between the largest eggs and quickly becoming lost from sight, with only the occasional scrabble to show her progress, and an occasional flash of a little white face peeking out from the pile.

At various points, the stoat cast a wary eye over the gembounds assembled nearby, before continuing in her frantic searching. What a determined, admirable little beast.


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"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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After the magicka competition, Zevruu stayed in Polaris for a while. He was simply wandering when something caught his eye. More than one thing. A whole cluster of eggs, varying in shapes and size, all colorful and pretty. He stared at them all, wondering what they all were and what they were doing here. Where they all chrysalises? Or something else?

Looking around, he was aware of others coming through and taking some. And also one was hatching. He watched it for a moment before looking away, paying it no mind. He could see the alligator that had been in the magicka competition, though he simply came in and walked away. Taking a breath, he began to look around at all the eggs, trying to decide which one to grab.

It took a while for him to find one that spoke to him. And one that he could carry. Finally, he just went for the first one he saw and picked it up. It was heavy, but he managed to carry it in his mouth and wandered off, away from the cluster.

-exit Zev-

"Speech" l 'Thoughts'

Much talking. Much voice. Much things, he did not find necessary. Unfriendly the young cub proved to be. Keeping to himself since birth. Though with anything probably valuable, he would lurk close. It seemed the many few had gotten there first.

He walks on stout, small arms that grow in muscle daily. His shoulders broad,- speaking of a thickened frame that would be powerful in later life. Skull widened by the week, that too spoke of his powerful adversity to come. What a woe.

Brave. Lucifero stalks without a sound. Paw pads treading silently his chocolate body that moves like flexible fire. Eyes of brimstone beam forth, mercilessly bestowed on the few that take needlessly from the nest of sparkling shells that harness an unknowism. Like he, these gems were a guessing power.

These other gembounds are not important. The task to obtain the shelled gem(s) were. So he goes past the many others with not a glance of consideration to them. Detachment seething his dark being.

He is amongst the shelled gems. His eye's skimming through to pick the one with the hue of bloodshed; later learning his chosen shell had been the most impressive indeed out of the entire previous taken. As if awaiting his graceful reign.

Mouth barley large enough to carry the larger ovum, he goes with the bright shell. He was only here for one thing: possesion.

"speak"

Exit

Red had been adamantly avoiding the Spire since her first exposure to its side effects. It was always there in the corners of her vision, and sometimes she would turn and face it and wonder at it for a while, but she would not draw close to it. Today, however, there was a new pile of… something… over by the big blue crystals. What were all those? They were so… shiny. Feeling curious despite herself, the coywolf decided that one peek couldn’t hurt. And if she started feeling bad from the Spire, she would just leave.

There were a bunch of other Gembound around the pile, too, and that was making her even more curious. She sped up to a trot, almost a run, and arrived at the place where so many others were hanging around.

Eggs? That’s what everyone was looking at — eggs? Red’s brows drew together as she stepped up to the nearest one and sniffed at it. Well, it was sort of pretty and glittered in the light of Polaris. Odd, though, that it had no smell. She looked around at everyone else. They seemed to be picking up eggs and carrying them away. Why would they do that…? With a shrug, she just decided to go along with it. These didn’t seem like chrysalises, as they weren’t attached to the ground, so… she didn’t feel bad taking them.

She picked up her only semi-impressive egg, which was heavier than she had expected it to be, and then loped away, wondering where she would put it…

[Exit Red]