Megaversal Remix

Marrowlight · Last edited by Marrowlight on Sat Aug 01, 2009 3:37 pm; edited 1 time in total

I've decided to spend a brief amount of time in your home shadows. As such, I allow you to set your own initial scene. Once you've done so, I shall step in from there.

Brutus, you're up second. Time, day, month, year, location, and whatever else you feel necessary to tell us about. What're you up to?

Marrowdrinker · Herald Joined: 10 Apr 2009 Posts: 120

It is towards the end of the summer, and the rising moon and setting sun bring the first decent chill to the land in hours. The air had been dry all day, and the wind had been nonexistent. Which of course only helped to intensify the sickening smell of death all around Brutus. For five hours he had laid waste to an outpost manned by the native Brahmans. Legend, and a number of questioned storytellers had all sworn that a great treasure rested beneath the floor of the central tower of the outpost. A treasured blade that had once belonged to a champion of the people that had died over a century ago.

She had once been one of Brutus's closest friends, until he'd been forced to kill her himself. Now, he sought to make amends.

"I can hear you breathing," he called out to the void, not even bothering to turn to face his companion.

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:31 am Post subject:

"No blade, I see." the old woman, garbed all in black, nonchalantly said as she walked from behind an outcropping of rock. She seemed untouched by the lingering heat, despite being covered nearly head to toe in thick wool. "I wish you'd let this go..."

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"No!" Brutus cut her off, tired of hearing her words. "I've no interest in your quest, in this new adventure you've offered me." Brutus casually threw the blade down. It wasn't his blade, he'd thrown that away long ago. Now he got by with the weapons of his foes, though he could never abide them for long.

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:41 am Post subject:

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Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:55 am Post subject:

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Nina...at last. I'm coming for you. Peace, final, blessed peace. Nina...Nina...Ni- but there is no Nina waiting for Brutus. Though his life flashed before his eyes, his peaceful end, his blessed afterlife, his long lost wife were nowhere to be found. This cannot be! Nina, I can't face oblivion without you! I will not be alone forever. I will not be...

"Alone!" Brutus lurches forward, his fingers moving frantically to weave his spell while he pulled deep within himself for the Elemental Source that fueled his sorcery. Only he found no wound to heal, no gushing blood to slow. Instead, he found a silk dressing around his neck...and a silk sheet wrapped around his body. "Where...where am I?" he asked to the void, as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. A room made entirely of black stone, with a warm fireplace and a small collection of gold and silver furniture scattered about the room.

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Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:36 am Post subject:

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Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 3:34 am Post subject:

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Brutus wasn't certain if he was angrier at the girl, or himself. It was stupid of him, to let his guard down like that, to take an interest in that bit of fluff. She reminded him far too much of old memories. This whole event had left his defenses unsettled.

At least his powers didn't feel diminished in this place. If anything, his control over the water had been greater than ever. It made him itch, it made him curious to test out these new abilities.

But that would have to wait until dry clothes had been found. The looks from the citizenry were certainly inappropriate. It was too long a ride back up the mountains. Surely, if he was a Prince, there must be a merchant in town that would garb him on credit.

With that, Brutus took off towards the town, moving at a fast enough gallop that hopefully none would notice his soaked state.

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 10:06 pm Post subject:

It bothers you that you're able to read all of the shop signs. Certainly this world doesn't use your native language, but the words are just instinctive to you.

After a few minutes of strange and angry looks from the masses as you speed by, you come across the Silver Thread, a shop of medium size that seems like it will serve.

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Brutus buries the situation with the signs for now, simply being thankful that he's dry enough to head into the shop without soaking the carpet.

"Shopkeeper!" He shouts, though in a voice without anger, "A Prince of Amber is in need of assistance."

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 10:36 pm Post subject:

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"Enough!" Brutus barks, cutting off the old man with the odd skin condition. Freaks, this place is filled with freaks Brutus thinks, as he remembers the twin Mac's and their bizarre tint as well. "I am a newly raised Prince, and I'm in need of fresh garments, for when I meet with the rest of your esteemed noble patrons."

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 10:41 pm Post subject:

"Well, I've certainly heard such claims before." The man raises his glasses, letting his aged eyes fall upon you. "Though you certainly have the look of power about you. Very well, I'll send the bill to Clarence, and he and I can fight over it later. Though of course, there's the customary surcharge for such rushed work. Right this way, Prince..." The man pauses, waiting for you to give your name.

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"Prince Brutus," though there's a hint of distaste as Brutus refers to himself so. It's been ages since anyone called him Emperor without hate in their voice, but it's still the title Brutus is most fond of. "Black, and gold, for the colors, master tailor."

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 10:52 pm Post subject:

If the tailor is upset over your lack of care in his name, he hides it well. Though if he really has dealt with as many of the Blood as he claims, he's used to the conceit of nobility.

The tailor works fast, that's for certain. He doesn't even need to measure you, he simply goes to work modifying existing outfits to sculpt a sharp and seemingly stylish ensemble for you. "They call this a tuxedo," he says as he applies the final touches. "It's all the rage in King Random's court."

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:55 am Post subject:

Before you're able to properly thank the tailor (if you would have), Mac steps out of the air in front of you both.

"Merciful Unicron, you are a Prince..." The tailor half gasps once he sees the Specter.

"It is time to return to the Castle," Mac says, extending his hand. He then pauses, noticing you are alone. "I trust the girl still lives?"

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"Of course she does," Brutus half growls at his servant, but does reach out to take his hand. "I am no monster, creature."