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[RP] The Second World

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WhistfulSoul:
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The goddess surveyed each of them, and addressed each of their thoughts.

To Jake, There shall be great reward if you do manage to do as I ask of you, and although not all of it may be treasure I'm sure you will be pleased with what you find.

To Jacob, If you do not wish for another life, and instead wish to keep the one you have, then I thank you for agreeing to help, because this is the only way to save and maintain the peace that your world holds.

To Daylin, I'm sure that in this world, you will find that you can be whatever you wish. But I admire your loyalty and manners.

To Duriel, There are very little downsides, yes. When you fall asleep in your world, you will wake here and spend another day here. Once you find respite in this world, you will wake up on your on world once again. And so it shall go; if you fell asleep during the sixth hour of the day past noon, you would wake here in the sixth hour of the day past midnight. The opposite is true as well. The only downside is that if you do manage to die here, you will retain your memories from your time here, and guilt of not being able to help will slowly seep into your mind.

To Floressa, Yes, this is what some may call an adventure, but one must also remember that adventures are filled with perils, the likes of which exceed those you would see from planting crops late or from an injured animal. This is a true test of strength, courage, wisdom, willpower, and most of all, character.

The goddess then turned to Tyrren, who had not said anything through most of the encounter. And you, Tyrren. Do you agree to aid my cause? You have not said anything, nor have you asked any questions. Before she had even asked of his opinion, she knew what his answer would be. I've been waiting for an opportunity to mean something to someone for years. I knew I would help from the moment you began to ask.

She grinned, her brilliantly white teeth exposed to the sunlight. I have reason to believe that the current King is somehow involved with this calamity. Normally I am able to sense the thoughts of others around me and placate their minds, but when I attempt this with him, I am forced away from his mind. She shook her head in reminiscence of her failure. As I stated, each of you have a role to play in the events of this world. Tyrren, you must join the King's Royal Guard and find out what they know. They are the only ones who tread both inside and outside the walls of the castle. Floressa, you will travel with Tyrren to the King's Castle, where you will pretend to be one of the King's Ladies for some time. You will be around the King's closest hands, and you must gain as much information from them as they have. Daylin, you must travel to the land of the Orcs, and find where their alliances lay. If they choose to aid my cause, then we have a great power behind us, but if they have already decided, you must change their minds. Duriel, you must travel back to your kin, the dwarves, and discover where their weapons and armor is being sent. If too much of it is being sent to the wrong places, we must know why. Jacob, you must also return to your kind in order to gain insight into what truly happened to the previous king. He was an Elf who died of mysterious causes under strange circumstances, and we must know if the current King is behind it. Neicha, you will also return to your kind, although they will not recognize you. The Beast-like know the most of this land, and if any areas are being adversely or immensely effected by magic, they will know where and you must find out why. Finally, Jake, you will travel to the Home of the Thieves, where any and all information can be found, for the right price. I believe you of all would be able to find the lowest prices.

She sighed, releasing the breath she had been holding in order to talk. The goddess sat down on her stool, which had floated to rest behind her while she gave her speech. She closed her eyes, and placed her hands in front of her to make a triangle with her fingers. She captured each person within this triangle one at a time, and as she finished, a warm glow seemed to emanate from each hero. I have granted each of you the ability to gain what you need in order to complete your tasks. What you now must do is close your own eyes and think to yourself, Grant me that which I require for my journey.

The-Blades-slave:
"Grant me that which I require for my journey."

Daylin felt calm when she blessed him, a warmth in his core that made everything seem like it would be alright. All his doubts melted away, and for the first time since he arrived at the glade, he felt confident. 'I'm not just a slave, she was right. The fates picked me out of everyone in the world, out of kings and queens and knights. I can do this.' He closed his eyes tightly, and shoved all thoughts away but one, 'Grant me that which I require for my journey.' The second it crossed his mind he gasped and stumbled forward, struggling to stay upright. It was like someone had dropped a hundred pounds on him.

His head felt a lot heavier, and his breathing and vision were obstructed by a mask of steel. It disoriented him, and he took several deep breaths to push down the lump growing in his throat, then glanced around. He stopped when he saw the pool beneath the waterfall, crystal clear and calm despite the torrent pouring into it. He stepped towards it, curiosity overwhelming him, and gazed down at his reflection. He didn't recognize the person looking back.

His armor was minimal: large pauldrons, greaves and breastplate over a blue tunic with white sleeves, wrinkled brown trousers, and heavy leather boots. He wore gauntlets crafted from a dark metal with cuffs that wrapped around his wrists lead into several interlocking plates that protected the back of his hand, as well as several more interlocking plates that protected his forearm. The grime on his face had vanished, and his greasy hair had been cleaned and pulled back in a short ponytail. A royal blue cloak with gold trimming was fastened around his neck, hanging to his ankles. Strapped across his back was double-bladed axe, nearly as long as he was tall. The blades were mounted to a circular centerpiece that consisted of a stone ring set with ten spikes around the edge, with a single, longer thrusting spike at the top. Set at the center of the circle was a vicious looking griffon head, complete with a pair of wicked fangs and extended wings that served as the blades. The haft of the weapon was crafted from onyx, black from the axe-piece down to the grip and leather bound for security. The pommel was of similar design: a small chalice, clutched tight by a wicked three-clawed talon.

'Maybe this is a second chance,' He mused, stomach fluttering in excitement. 'a chance to be better and help people. It's worth a shot.' He turned to face the goddess and dropped to one knee, his head bowed and fist drawn over his heart. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the gifts. I will try my best to live up to your expectations." He had stuttered on the final word and it hadn't sound very dignified to him, but he had said it. Floressa had rambled on about the proper etiquette in front of royalty since they were children and she had been obsessed with fairy tales, and he knew a knight did not stand in front of his queen. In his eyes, the minute he accepted the gifts, he was in her service. They all were.

Lunartic:
She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind but could not. Her mind was racing at what she was about to do, imagining great castles and stunning lords and ladies and a majestic king and . . . her breath steadied. Her muscles relaxed. She was calm, as if to soothe her eyes. Only one thought was allowed to cross her mind: Grant me that which I require for my journey. And so it was.

The familiar tightness of the corset surprised, as did the sudden feeling of being a few inches taller. She opened her light gray eyes and looked down at a beautiful evening gown. She could feel a scabbard pressing against her skin under its folds. Pulling up the skirt showed a blue pair of high heels that perfectly matched the cornflower dress. It was breathtaking. Literally. The corset was too tight and she found it hard to breath.

As if her thoughts were read - which they probably were - the dress and shoes disappeared on were replaced by much less formal attire. She now donned a fitting, brown leather tunic and trousers; a green, overcoat-like cloth skirt; a black leather belt and silver buckle around her waist; and brown leather boots that came halfway up her calf. On her left arm was a leather bracer, over her right shoulder a quiver, by her left hip a scabbard, and in her hands a bow. Instinctively, she nocked, drew, and released an arrow at a tree on the far side of the clearing. It struck a bit higher and to the right from where she was aiming. Getting used to this bow was going to need some practice, she knew.

She slung it over her shoulder. Looking down, she saw a pack at her feet. Inside was her dress and shoes, and some other necessities. She slung it over her shoulder - it hung just below her quiver - and turned to the goddess. "Thank you kindly for these gifts, madame," she said with a curtsey. "I promise you that you will not be disappointed by our actions." And that was a promise she was not going to break.

Humen:
Jacob
This was too much; Jacob had to hold his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. It really felt like this woman really wanted him to just waltz into a kingdom and play investigator with a king's "murder". He almost lost it when she said beast-like, the creatures from the stories told to children.' Although that might explain the walking fawn. No! Such a thing is ridiculous and what was with that last line. As if saying some simple phrase would magically give someone all they need for an expedition. Grant me that which I require for my journey, please.'

In an instant he felt more weight on him. When he opened his eyes his attire had been completely changed. In his right hand was a spindly staff and a mysterious satchel draped over his shoulder. He was outfitted in a brown leathery suit with green trimmings. Resting over top of it was a grey cloak and a black substance akin to velvet lining the inside. Pining down the cloak were metal pauldrons and covering his wrist were vambraces made of the same material and design as his suit. Only when given closer inspection there was a small slit with... a flat knife inside! In fact underneath the cloak strapped to his side was a curved sword inside a very ornate sheath.

'I suppose I can’t complain about free clothes but to think she actually arm us ‘ He thought to himself whilst pulling the small knife in and out of his vambrace. He turned to the mysterious woman wishing to get directly to the point rather than saying thanks. “This is rather surreal, to say the least. So when do we start this epic adventure to save the world?"

Desbear:
Duriel watched as all the other's clothing began to... Change, as their new attire began to flash into existence, and appear over them... This had to be a trick, there had to be something to it... But he had an idea. He would expose this trick, for what it really was. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants, knowing that it would be impossible, even if they were as fast as nonphysically possible, to do it without moving his hand, and the trick could be exposed... He closed his eyes, and began to think to himself... "Grant me that which I require for my journey."

As the words left his mouth, and he opened his eyes, looking around... "Ha! Nothing had ch-" As if he had taunted the Stone itself, he nearly fell backwards, the weight on his back nearly causing him to fall backwards... He was wrong. Duriel looked at his new attire, feeling of himself, for he felt quite a bit more weighed down than he did a few seconds ago. His shoulders and upper arms were covered by plated-steel that could have only been dwarven forged, and thick chainmail covered his chest, hidden underneath a black vest. A dark green cloaked fastened tightly around his ample sized neck, and his trousers had been mended, rolled up neatly over his actually practical leather boots. All around, he felt... Cleaner. All of his clothing had been cleaned, with not a spot on them. Further more, he noticed his beard was now braided, and that it itself was now cleaner. Last, and certainly not least, there was a ornate maul of dwarven origin slung over his shoulder, crafted with metal and marble.

He looked around in disbelief... The dwarf patted over himself once more, making sure it wasn't a trick, and was even amazed at the fact that his left hand had stayed in place. He noticed that beside him was a knapsack, with a canteen full of water and other things that he would need for the journey. The dwarf looked over the others, noting that the taller one, the one who claimed to be a slave earlier, was now wearing a full suit of armor, armor that he would bet good money on having been forged by some of his dwarven brethren. Now, the one that perplexed him the most, was the one who was still in a dress, however he kept it to himself, not questioning the path she would be forced to take. He merely glanced over the others, looking lastly to the goddess who had given them these items, and began speaking, a serious, and honest tone to his voice. "Thank you, your godliness."

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