Liquid Fire - Retribution
The night was warm, and the moon bright, shining down on a single-file caravan- four covered wagons pulled each by strong steeds at a casual pace, and flanked by soldiers with horses of their own- the insignia on their uniforms signifying they were members of the Justilia Order of Tharsis. Inside each wagon itself, a small grouping of soldiers, doctors, and other personnel. Most were asleep, but in the rearmost wagon...
One of the soldiers asleep nearer to the front gave a loud snore; loud enough to wake his compatriot next to him. "Gah! Whaa..."
The young man glanced around quickly for the source of the noise, scowling at the older, bearded man upon hearing him let out another saw-like snore. Irritably, he shoved the man next to him lightly in an attempt to wake him up, whispering quietly so as not to inflict the same on anyone else. "Hey, lumberjack. Cut it out, you're snoring like a bear."
The older man stopped almost immediately with but a small
Ascension Gate: God Mode -- MelbiGENERAL
Name: Melbi Soru
Weight: 220 lbs.
Build: Swimmer's build; light and toned.
Skin Tone: A blue-green/turquoise color
Eye Color: Greed, bird-like
Hair Color: n/a
Melbi's godlike form resembles a harpy, with shimmering, large wings where her hands used to be, and her toes replaces by large, limber, talons. She enjoys flying anywhere she goes, and generally only lands to rest her wings- even should she end up talking to someone, she'd rather just fly small circles around them while conversing rather than landing.
Melbi is a laughing, free-wheeling sort who's primary goal is to simply enjoy all of what life has to offer. She dislikes having to deal with serious matters or involving herself in problematic situations, unless they are in the way of something fun
Quest 3: Quiet
Touch of the White: Second. Quiet.
The water was almost perfectly still. Agaea had been here for close to two hours, and she'd still managed to see nothing out of the ordinary.
'Strange...things coming out of the lake, with scales and tails? Apparently some sort of fish, but possibly kidnapping a human? Just like that?'
Agara certainly had no particular love for humans (rather the opposite, really), but this, combined with the rumors of whispers in the wind, and strange dancing wisps below the surface made her consider the possibilities. Before long, she had gathered a few supplies for some gathering of samples, as well as a bit of on-site testing- nothing particular, but if she could identify precisely what was going on here, or at least get an inkling, then, as far as she figured, it might well lead to some...interesting developments.
Absolutely nothing interesting had happened, however. As she checked on the latest batch of vials- currently sit
Quest 1- Touch of the White
Touch of the White: First
A Cold Heart
A chilly wind blew through Agaea's stone abode as she kicked the door open, dragging behind her a large burlap sack bulging at the seams. She sighed as she subsequently kicked the door closed, not willing to let in any more cold air than absolutely necessary. Looking around at her rather humble abode, she let her displeasure at the state of her home and business show openly, as she trudged through with her cargo- her first floor was the center of business, the main door opening into her 'showroom floor'- a simple, medium-sized, square shaped room with little in the way of accoutrements. The sides were adorned with various shelves with different colored flasks, vials, and bags with a sign underneath them, small cards containing the potion types and prices to go along with them. Near the back wall rested her countertop for business, as well as a large posterboard to its left that specified 'Special
Agaea (Rising Crowns)
Type: Crown of Thorns
*Age: Unknown (appears roughly 30)
*Weight: N/A- Slim, however.
*Current Kingdom: Tharsis, Arden
*Place of Birth: Aomori, Orsa Isles, Forest of Lore
Enjoys: Nature, Animals, plans going correctly, insulting humans, insulting elves, messing with Goblins.
Hates: Humans, Elves, other Dryads (especially Roses), plans failing, stupidity, whistling, fire.
Description: Agaea is a moderately tall Dryad, dark-green in coloration. Her facial shape is reminiscent of a shield- fairly flat on top, but rounded to a point going down, although overall it is still a somewhat slim shape. Her 'hair' is moreso dark red, thick, flowery foliage that ruffles down the back of her head, but the petals are cleanly cut off at the shoulders. Her eyes are