forum i'm in the mood for a dark fantasy rp. (group RP. open to all, OCs and fandom stuff welcomed. you could even rp as yourself. stalkers welcome, if you just want to watch.)

Started October 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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( [hugs Brie]

(Let's just go with Serpentess's idea, shall we?)

Techna appears in an unfamiliar ladscape, brighter than what they're used to.

"Interesting. The odds of this happening are below -12090:1, and yet it happened." they say, curious where they are this time.

They notice a weirdly dark village nearby. They recognize two different energies here: the ebbing energy of the plane itself, and the energy of an arcangel.

"Hmmm… maybe the locals have some ideas as to where I am. I don't seem to have access to anything even remotely resembling the internet."

On’nyosh appeared on a bench near the burn mark on the ground. He was in the process of drinking from a canteen.

At the sight of his new surroundings, he paused and closed the canteen, confused.

“Alright, what the fuck did that wizard do to me?”he sighed.

On’nyosh then turned as a loud explosion sounder off nearby. A large fireball appeared in the forest, instantly charring many trees, and even throwing a few entire trees up in the air to crash wherever they would.

A loud screech could be heard from the forest, in the direction of the fireball.

On’nyosh snorted,”I hope that’s the asshole burning alive.”

He stands up, looking around. He notices a strange mechanical being nearby, but decides to ignore the creature for the moment.

Ashene wakes up feeling cold.

Where am I? Why am I not in my warm home? she wonders. She hears the screech and jumps, not used to hearing others like her.

She decides to take flight to see what she can find. Once she was in the air, she saw the smoke from the fireball and the village, and, thinking they would give her enough warmth to satisfy her for now, she headed towards them.

(I probably should’ve done this in my previous post, but mere technicality)

Ghar’Teus lay sprawled on the ground, barely conscious. His wings lay haphazardly at his sides.

He groaned, rolling onto his side, fighting through the pain and lightheadedness. He glanced at himself, noticing a few more holes in his robe, nothing new. Afterward, he looked around, confused by the trees around him.

Where was he? He didn’t remember trees like this. No, the ones he had come to know were crystalline. So, what happened?

Ghar’Teus stood, taking his time. As expected, he was in the center of a charred crater. He sighed and stumbled out the crater, hoping to find someone that could explain what had happened and where he was.

(You're fine! I got who it was.)

Ashene finds not something that can keep her warm, but a creature, stumbling out from the middle of a huge crater. She cautiously approaches.

"Hey, you! Do you happen to know what dimension this is?" she asks, hoping that he would know.

"Also, what's your name?" she adds, swooping down and supporting him as he makes his way along the uneven ground.

Ghar’Teus turned at the approach of a creature and hesitated when he saw it as a dragon. A native? At her words, clearly not. She was just as lost as he.

He growled when she came up to support him, and leaned against a tree, too exhausted to properly warn her off. It took him a long moment to speak, and only because he figured he should explain his situation.

“I am no native. Mine name is Ghar’Teus,”he said, his voice heavily accented by a gutteral, lisping tone.

He breathed deeply, turning away to spit a mouthful of maroon blood mixed with lava. He then wiped his lips of the remainder.

“You are no native. What is your name?”

"My name would be Ashene, my good friend. And I've heard of you, now that I think about your name. Youngest son of Lucitius, yes?" she replies.

She adds "Also, no, I never thought you a native. I thought, maybe, you could help."

Deep in thought, she doesn't notice anybody or anything else, wandering in a maze in her head, trying to figure all of this out, trying to decide whether or not she should give this son of Lucitius her true identity.

Techna watched as the dragon flew by, then followed it easily, tracking the sound of her wing beats. They listen to the ensuing conversation between the dragon and this… son of Lucitius? Even in their home, they've heard of the Blue Angel.

And as for Ashene… an Elder Good, by her size and color. Probably the missing daughter of the two Elders that started all of this.

They decide to reveal theirself to this pair.

"Hello. My name is Techna. I would ask whether or not either of you knew where we are, and your names, but both answers are known to me." they say, stepping out of the shadows with a deceptive silence and grace.

Ashene whirls around, nearly killing Ghar'teus with her tail.

"Where did you come from? Why did I not smell your life before you got this close to us?" she asks.

"Also, how do you know so much about dragonkind? And Lucitius? It seems to me like you are not anything remotely close to 'living', so I can assume that there's more of you." she adds.

"If you were to check, you could not sense any life from me. I am not 'living' in your sense of the word. I am what is called artificial intelligence. What this means is that I was made to be more human, to be able to learn and think and move on my own. But, I only had one purpose: spy work. And assasin, and torturer… whatever was needed for my employers. I'm not like you," they said, "But I'm not that anymore. I can think of other things, do other things. I'm not chained to that anymore. You should learn to release your chains the same way."

"I can see that already. And sense that already. I'm a dragon." Ashene replies, rolling her eyes and shifting into her human form.

"What I'm asking is how you can move without magica of any sort." she says, now fully in her human form. She starts walking around Techna, occasionally reaching out and placing a hand on a certain spot.

"You have no magic, no life, no nothing. It shouldn't be possible, yet here you are…" she mutters as she does this.

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