Solivagus

EDIT by Katzaniel: The following was written as an application to the StoryWeaver Guild. Katz out. Okay, a number of things first. From the title and the codex this seems to be where I would apply for my story writing. If it isn't, or if I am not meant to write here, please message me before deleting the thread. Secondly, Ness and I are very much into writing stories together, since her view of the world adds an extra dimension to my otherwise fairly morbid writing. If this is the right place then I'll talk to her and suggest that she post an applikcation as well. Lastly, we have already started a story in the assembly room entiled "Mara and Morlas". If (yet again) this is the right place, then I'll talk with Ness about asking it to be moved here now that she is a Page. Sorry for the long introduction, but there was a lot of stuff I needed to ask and I haven't a clue who to message. Okay, on with the application... A brief description of the setting the Ness and I created. As is known by the scholars of Barakesh, the fabric of existance is divided into seven Planes. The nature of these Planes cannot be confirmed with any degree of certainty, for the passage from one Plane to another is beyond that of mortals. However, the most ancient of texts provide clues as to thier makeup. The Plane of Dreams is a wild and twisted place. It is where those who do not have the ability to ward thier dreams are taken when they sleep. As such, it is filled with all manner of beings, each one created by the mind of the dreamer. The Demonic Plane is the dwelling place of foul beings that are totally evil. Powerfull wizards may well have the ability to summon demons from this Plane for a short time, but to do so is extremely dangerous. The price of such a summoning is that of mortal souls, the amount of which depends on the aid requested by the wizard. Despite the danger, many consider the knowledge and power that demons can provide to be worth the price. The Elemental Plane is where the beings of earth, air, fire and water dwell. These too can be summoned by wizards for information or a service. While they do have power on the Mortal Plane, it is not so great as the power of demons. However, one has the comfort that no souls will have to be sacrificed. The Plane of Chaos is the place from which wizards draw thier magical energies. Nothing lives on this Plane, and even demons are forbidden to travel there. At times, magical artefacts are stored on the Plane of Chaos, left there for safe keeping until they are brought into the world. The Plane of the Future is the place from which soothsayers draw thier power. Here the winds of time are stored, and those with the ability to do so may use these winds to foretell the future, though even the best soothsayers cannot be certain of what they see. The sixth Plane is the Plane of the Gods. Here the deities of the world dwell, those of both good, evil and neutral. Some of these are powerfull, some are merely shadows of thier former selves. Thier power is determined by the amount of followers and the strength of thier worshippers faith. The clerics of the Mortal Plane may call upon the gods to aid them, and it has been known for many others to make pacts with thier gods in order to gain similair aid. Whether the prayers are answered, and exactly how they are answered, depends on the god being called on. The last Plane is the Plane of Mortals. Here the majority of the races dwell, elves dwarfs, men and many others. To most the other plains are merely a myth, but some know better. Each plain is guarded and watched over by a member of the Seven, a group of gods that have existed since the beggining of time. It was they who created the world and the plains, but despite this many refuse to believe in them. They are the most powerful of all the deities, but they have all sworn an oath to never intercede directly. To do so would plunge the world into complete and utter chaos, in all likelyhood bringing it to an end. Instead, when they see that the balance of power in the Plane for which they are responsible is tipped too far, they create a champion to remedy the problem. The power and strength of these champions depends on the Plane for which they were created. On very rare occasions a champion is sent to correct the balance on another Plane as well, for the Seven know that to maintain order they must work together. Frequently the champion in question will have to be altered, either increasing or decreasing thier power, so that the balance is not shifted by the champions themselves.

Heinrich streched wearily after his essence returned from the plane he had been visiting for information. Rising slowly from the armchair that had held his body while he was away, he moved over to the window to catch a sight of the moon far above. He rested his rough, weather-beaten hands on the window sill...and felt the soft touch of paper beneath his hands. Starled he looked down, and found that the formerly warm, smooth, shining surface of his dwarf-built tower was now plastered with pieces of paper. Angrily he snatched one up and read it quickly, his eyes widening at what he saw. His hands quickly scrunched the paper into a ball before tossing it into the air, where it disintegrated in a burst of flame. His long legs carried him swiftly over to his Staff. "WYVERN!" Heinrichs voice rolled like thunder across the courtyard. "NO ONE PLASTERS MY TOWER WITH PARTY INVITES AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS LIZARD!" With swift, sure movements he drew a circle around himself. Holding the Staff upright in both hands he began to murmur the words of the teleportation spell. The circle he had drawn began to flash, and the Staff blazed half white and half black in his hands. With a violent pop he vanished from the tower and reappeared infront of a starled Melba. "I'll need some undergarments..." Came the startled trolls voice. Heinrichs answer was almost a hiss. "Undergarments? Right!" He aimed his Staff at Melba. As a squad of trolls came up to aid thier boss he muttered some dark words in the infernal tounge. The sound of the demonic syllables reaching the awestruck mortals ears made them shudder. There was a flash of bright light above the trolls...and it began to rain boxer shorts. Small, tinny tunes began to play as they hit the ground, bright lights flashed in the night and soon the trolls were waste deep in boxer shorts. With his teeth gritted, Heinrich strode into the party chambers, searching for the lizard...

I'll give it a shot, although I must admit-I'm not very good at parties

Disdainfully Xavier ignored Mara. "This item, Finnius. Is it a gem? Is it red?" (OOC: apologies for the short post, right now I can't think of anything else to say. I'm shocked by the luck Ness is having with the dice

"My name is unimportant." Xaviers voice was thick with an underlying tone of contempt. "You may simply call me "sir". My fees are reasonable, considering my talents."

As Gunther is slowly devoured by the wolves, all that can be heard his a constant, gibbering, "I told you so! "

Written as one. May our words bring the light of justice to the game (written by Richard and Ness, dedication solely by Ness). Xavier’s eyes narrowed as he saw the entire company of people concentrating on Shanna. His eyes glinted as they fixed on Mara, and he gently reached out with his mind. This time he did not probe, he influenced. The thought he sent out carried scents and images of the elven land Mara called home, along with an insidious promise that she could go back. Slowly, imperceptibly, Mara's mind drifted... Mara looked with childlike wonder at the land of her childhood. The smell, the sights, the sounds-it was all so real! Joy suffused her being as she re-experienced the glory of life. Slowly she turned around, and came face to face with her father. A snarl was painted in his usually stern yet kindly face. His eyes, usually calm and serene, were now blazing with fury. "How dare you consort with that witch hunter!" His voice, normally perfectly controlled, now bordered on the lines of insanity. His hand lashed out, and Mara whimpered in fright under the shock of the blow. "Please father, he's just a friend!" "You are no daughter of mine!" Her father snarled back, before whirling away and storming back towards the manor house. "Father!" Mara tried to call her father back, to apologise, but it was too late. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and her heart felt like it would break in two. Suddenly there was a faint blurring in the air. A black form appeared in front of her, hooded and cloaked. The roughly hewn face of Heinrich stared at her from beneath the cowl, piercing blue eyes seeming to see into her soul. "This is not your place." His voice, full of hidden power, seemed to reach out across a vast distance. Before Mara could ask what he meant, he spoke again, just one word. "Leave." Gently he passed his hand in front of her eyes. Mara left the illusion with a jolt, saved once again from Xavier's cruel tricks by the defences the Witch Hunter had secretly placed around her. Her eyes, wet with tears but blazing with rage, focused on the Xavier's face. "I will remember what you have done, Dream Assassin. Some day I will have my revenge!" Xavier's answering laughter was full of contempt. "Soon the Witch Hunter will be unable to save you child, and then I will feast upon your dreams as I have your fathers." With those last words, he turned back to Shanna.

Something inside of Gunthers mind snapped. The loss of someone who had been a puzzle he had never fully worked out sent his once intelligent mind reeling in ten different directions. His arm rose, shaking slightly with the conflicting emotions inside of him. To everyones surprise his hand came up pointinf to Amanda Tanisson. "You killed her! You killed them all!" OOC: Based on a dice roll.

The door to Gunthers caravan slammed open and he strode swiftly over to Abraham. "You accuse me? You say I don't speak english just because I choose not to go around accusing without proof?!" With one swift movement he grabbed the mans collar in one fisted and lifted him into the air, powerful muscles rippling. As angry as he was, he made sure he didn't hurt the man. "Will you accuse the child of being an enemy because she doesn't speak english clearly?! You spineless little wretch, if I was less of the person I was I would resort to accusing you!" With a gesture of profound disgust and dissapointment he let the man drop. His gaze was full of contempt as he looked at the people who had agreed with him, before he turned and tried to work on another puzzle that was his hobby. He hoped that by solving them he would be able to work out who the enemies were. OOC: I hadn't typed anything 'cause I only just got an email through saying someone had posted a reply. Damned odd...

Xavier fought hard against the weariness that was threatening. Never before had his mind been so overwhelmed. The ease at which the visions had overwhelmed his defences was humiliating! The anger that this thought brought helped sustain him, and he found enough energy to send out a casual probe, picking up the background thoughts of the people around him. He discovered several strange minds, including...an elf! His sudden intake of breath was like the hissing of a serpent about to strike. Purposfully he sent his probe deeper into her mind-and was blocked. An image appeared in his mind, a warding attuned specifically against him. Angrily he withdrew and scanned the room for thoughts of the other occupants.

Gunther looked sadly about the divided camp, depressed and angered by the wild accusations being flung at one another. He had finally been faced with a puzzle he couldn't solve, and nothing had prepared him for the shock of the peoples deaths. Heaving a sigh he walked into his caravan, bolted the door, and tried to sleep. OOC: No vote.

Gunther carefully filed away the girls reaction to the puzzle. He decided not to press her further for the moment and settled back against the wagon wheel, disasembling the puzzle in the process.

With a final satisfied twist of his wrists the puzzle Gunther had created came together, forming a complex symbo, that few would know. Few amoung the people travveling amongst the wagons that was. Carefully he reformed the puzzle into the unrecognisable collection of loops and rings. Hopefully this would be able to confirm a theory of his. He took the puzzle over to the child known as Cat and handed it to her. "A challenge for the smart." Gunther said softly, a small smile on his face.

Gunther leaned idly against the wheel of his wagon, watching all the bustle with an almost lazy interest that decieved most people into thinking he was constantly asleep. An interesting group he was travelling with, and a possible murderer in amongst them to boot. Quietly he layed each of the facts out in his head, trying to find the solution.

Heinrich sighed almost wearily as the foul intruder in his mind tried to make lies from his memories. Deciding that it was useless to fight it, he endured it as he did so many other things. He sent a mind probe to Laranta, asking who killed her and why.

It was fun, and interesting, to play the part of someone so different from who I usually play

Heinrichs Staff blazed white at the intrusion to his mind. Magic of the ancient world drove the alien form disrupting his thoughts from his mind. Black power lanced from his Staff, forming a protective shell around the spirit. With a whirl of his black cloak he strode from the room.

Within seconds his iron will had regained control of whatever foul force was twisting his memories. Nothing had forced him to kill Liina, he had done so for his first step to power. Savagely he lowered his Staff at the form before him, binding it heavily with dark power.

A small part of Heinrich’s mind remembered when he had used the cat in his experiments. Hastily he pulled his thoughts back to the summoning, Searching for some way of giving the spirit his strength. His hands tightened around his Staff, and the black end began to pulse with power…

Hey, just remember that the last german you voted off turned out to be the one with all the knowledge that would have aided us against the mutants, don't make the same damned mistake!

"Woah woah woah, hold on a minute!" Heinrichs voice came from the darkness, a slightly mocking edge hanging on his words. "Only reason I didn't answer was I only just got off the toilet. Geez, a guy can't even go to the lav without causing comment."

Xavier staggered into the inn, frantically trying to shut away the visions appearing in his head. He had intended to twist the minds of the people in the inn, but the strength of the visions had thrown him too much of balance. He found himself unable to even express his wishes to whoever had called out. Instead he ignored the female voice and followed the wall gingerly, hoping he would find an empty table in the corner of the room.

Heinrich quickly got his face back under control. The incident of the cat had been ages ago, it was foolish to remember it. Curiously he sent a delicate mental probe into the creatures mind, seeking its purpose in coming.

Heinrichs voice began to take on a hint of strain as he bent his will to the task. With every fibre of his soul he willed the spirit of the murdered lady to appear within the pentagram. Gradually, a shape began to appear.

"I liked to hurt animals when I was a child you ignorant little maggot! I would have shot that mutant if I hadn't been knocked aside, and you, where were you when it was attacking us?!"