001: {radical and radiant}
Who: The Emperor (hellrulesheaven) and YOU!
When: Mon July 5th...leeeeet's say sunset?
Where: The Rift (neutral territory)
What: Empy wakes up! ...He's not thrilled about being in The Rift, as well he shouldn't be. Come! Meet him! Annoy or be annoyed by him!
Type: Either is fine but I'm starting it in logform. Reply in your preferred taggy form.
Notes/Warnings: Um. Three people max (including Empy) to a single thread, please? And this, I think, shall be a Time Has No Meaning Here collection of threads to save on headaches. Feel free to start new threads! o/ also longwinded Teg is longwinded. kindly ignore her inability to shut up.
Strange dream.
First, intense dissociation--then the light, the cold, the thrill of power underscored by a rumbling bass voice. A war between gods, the destruction of a goddess...heady things to dream, and not unpleasant, either. Who were the warriors of Chaos? He'd have to keep them in mind, provided they won. Also, that sensation at the beginning, like one's sense of self eroded--if he could replicate it, use it on others...it could be useful. Stirring in his sleep, suddenly uncomfortable, Mateus rolled over--and found his face buried in grass.
He was now awake. He pushed himself up, fingertips crackling with power, in search of an assailant--but he found nothing and no one. Nothing, that is, but for a castle in the sky, on which he had been resting, a piece of crystal, and a staff. The staff...it was his. He knew it, knew that it belonged to him, was practically a part of him--the jewel, the focus, at the top, the bladed handguard to deter anyone trying to disarm him, the sharp, pointed bottom, he knew it all. And, Mateus knew just as well, he had never seen it before in his life, death, or afterlife.
Nor had he seen this place...it was no part of Heaven, he didn't recall it in Earth, especially since the dissolution of the Cyclone, and it didn't seem a part of hell, either. Interesting. He'd have to find out where it was, but after returning to Arubboth. Mateus wanted to examine this crystal (clearly a magical artifact) and muse over the staff at his leisure, in his own halls. So, he traced the familiar pattern, muttered the familiar incantation, and felt the familiar slipping sensation of his preferred teleportation spell...only to reappear ten feet away.
Frowning, he tried again. And again. And once more.
"We are not amused," Mateus muttered to himself, before he tucked the crystal into a fold of his clothes and set about finding an exit the old-fashioned way.
When: Mon July 5th...leeeeet's say sunset?
Where: The Rift (neutral territory)
What: Empy wakes up! ...He's not thrilled about being in The Rift, as well he shouldn't be. Come! Meet him! Annoy or be annoyed by him!
Type: Either is fine but I'm starting it in logform. Reply in your preferred taggy form.
Notes/Warnings: Um. Three people max (including Empy) to a single thread, please? And this, I think, shall be a Time Has No Meaning Here collection of threads to save on headaches. Feel free to start new threads! o/ also longwinded Teg is longwinded. kindly ignore her inability to shut up.
Strange dream.
First, intense dissociation--then the light, the cold, the thrill of power underscored by a rumbling bass voice. A war between gods, the destruction of a goddess...heady things to dream, and not unpleasant, either. Who were the warriors of Chaos? He'd have to keep them in mind, provided they won. Also, that sensation at the beginning, like one's sense of self eroded--if he could replicate it, use it on others...it could be useful. Stirring in his sleep, suddenly uncomfortable, Mateus rolled over--and found his face buried in grass.
He was now awake. He pushed himself up, fingertips crackling with power, in search of an assailant--but he found nothing and no one. Nothing, that is, but for a castle in the sky, on which he had been resting, a piece of crystal, and a staff. The staff...it was his. He knew it, knew that it belonged to him, was practically a part of him--the jewel, the focus, at the top, the bladed handguard to deter anyone trying to disarm him, the sharp, pointed bottom, he knew it all. And, Mateus knew just as well, he had never seen it before in his life, death, or afterlife.
Nor had he seen this place...it was no part of Heaven, he didn't recall it in Earth, especially since the dissolution of the Cyclone, and it didn't seem a part of hell, either. Interesting. He'd have to find out where it was, but after returning to Arubboth. Mateus wanted to examine this crystal (clearly a magical artifact) and muse over the staff at his leisure, in his own halls. So, he traced the familiar pattern, muttered the familiar incantation, and felt the familiar slipping sensation of his preferred teleportation spell...only to reappear ten feet away.
Frowning, he tried again. And again. And once more.
"We are not amused," Mateus muttered to himself, before he tucked the crystal into a fold of his clothes and set about finding an exit the old-fashioned way.