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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 18:49:01 GMT
She nodded in agreement. She could feel the anxiety and something else coming off of him, but she couldn’t look away from the man from the music box.
“What is your name? Who were you?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 19:32:59 GMT
The man seemed amused. "Were?" he asked. "I believe you're confusing your verb tense. I am quite real, my dear." He looked to the other three sorcerers. "What a little collection we have here. The little monster and the possessed and the barbarous and the mage of death." He looked at the music box and picked it up. "My name is Delucine. I've used other ones but we're all friends here, are we not?" Black lightning jumped from fingertip to fingertip as he spoke. "I must thank you for letting me out. The centuries do start to blend together after a while." He tilted his head like he was critically judging a piece of art as he stared at the quartet. "Whatever did you expect from calling upon me?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 19:57:06 GMT
The man seemed amused. "Were?" he asked. "I believe you're confusing your verb tense. I am quite real, my dear." He looked to the other three sorcerers. "What a little collection we have here. The little monster and the possessed and the barbarous and the mage of death." He looked at the music box and picked it up. "My name is Delucine. I've used other ones but we're all friends here, are we not?" Black lightning jumped from fingertip to fingertip as he spoke. "I must thank you for letting me out. The centuries do start to blend together after a while." He tilted his head like he was critically judging a piece of art as he stared at the quartet. "Whatever did you expect from calling upon me?" Justine’s eyes went wide. For him to be able to read all of them from observation alone? Terrifying. She felt more exposed than if she stood there naked with only her hair to cover her. She hadn’t expected this, that was for sure. “We...I...I thought the box held memories alone. Why did you seal yourself away?” She swallowed hard. “What will you do now that we’ve Released you?” |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 19:58:27 GMT
"Someone... famous?" Herneiros shrugged in response. "Alas, the centuries have not been kind to your reputation, Master 'Delucine'... Perhaps you can hum us a refrain...?"
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 5, 2020 20:04:34 GMT
Demetrius wore a look of disbelieve, bewilderment ripe in his eyes. The Wizard had seen right through him, like he was made a rag cloth. Demetrius knew this was Justine’s box, and likely her questions to ask, but he could help himself.
“Are there more? ...like me?” He asked in imposition, forgetting any reason for why they were there in the first place.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 20:11:09 GMT
Delucine smiled at them. It made it worse than when we actively looked threatening. "I didn't seal myself away, my dear," he said. "Some extremely clever chronomancer did. Stuck on a boat that was doomed to repeat the same thing day in and day out. I was there when Mist covered the Island of Fantasies. I was there when some great heroes removed it. Fortunately, someone came along. Someone," he added with a smile, "someone always does. I suppose I owe you all a favor. If you release me, that is. The alternative will be rather less pleasant." He smiled at Demetrius. "My dear lad. I can tell you, but do any of us truly have someone just like themselves?"
In the back of their minds, the four swore they heard some congas playing a strange beat with a tribal chant behind it. Delucine kissed his fingertips and four ink quills and parchment papers appeared in front of them. "Pleased to meet you," he said with a smile. "Shall we make a deal?"
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Hero Classes Unlocked: Warlock, Infernal Herald, Demon Hunter
New Spell school: Diabolism
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 20:40:48 GMT
"Wait..." Herneiros raised his hand before the training montage could begin in earnest. "There were chronomancers on Fantasy Island. We found your prison on their ship."
Herneiros described them as well as he could from the brief glimpses he had seen of them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 21:12:40 GMT
Deluca chuckled. "Interesting. If that one's still alive I'd be quite stunned, but their magic does sound like descendants of his for sure. Or any sufficiently adept disciple of my great....friend, Innisian. I'm sure you've all forgotten the Mistress of Time, but she hasn't forgotten any of you it sounds like."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 6, 2020 0:06:34 GMT
Demetrius jumped back at the appearance of the writing maters, his chair screeching along with his yelp. He frantically looked at Justine, and Herneiros, then back to the figure before them, “What kind of deal could you possibly offer?” He swallowed, “And what happens if we don’t sign?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 0:23:01 GMT
Delucine shrugged. "I'm not the only one trapped in here now," he said. "This lovely lass's spell is quite unbreakable from the inside. I don't need food, at least not to survive. Can...can you say the same?" he asked with what was presumably mock concern, but it sounded so sincere you almost believed him.
His honeyed voice was summer warm as he turned to the golden necromancer. "Neera my dear, why don't you take that lovely little hand and just....let your soul decide what to write? I don't collect them, by the way; that's sort of a misunderstanding perpetuated millennia ago by my jealous siblings. It's quite offensive to me. I'm a rebel, not a thief. We all face misunderstanding, don't we? The deal is quite simple. You write your terms on the parchment. I grant your little desires and the spell encasing us in this hut ends. I go back to my citadel to sort out those who have squatted in my home, and you all have a fun story to tell when you're drinking about the time you met Delucine del Pozo."
Charm: 148, this will serve as the number to beat to present a counteroffer.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 6, 2020 1:09:03 GMT
The barbarian scratched his neck. "Oh nooo... we are trapped for eternity... what terrible inconvenience we face..."
And then he cast the spell of banishment, having decided to alter the bargaining terms.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 1:23:31 GMT
131 vs Neera 122
Herneiros uses his banishment spell usually reserved for lesser creatures. Delucine notices at the last second what he’s doing them he grins and lets the little white sparkles hit him. “Oh, you got me!” He cried out over dramatically. There’s a puff of light and a horrid smell of sulfur and he’s gone.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 6, 2020 1:31:03 GMT
Demetrius looks up from his piece of parchment, quill in hand, the words “KILL NIGEL THORNHEART” scribbled frantically across the page.
He looks around the room, his cheeks turning red, “So do we not get our wish?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 6, 2020 1:47:38 GMT
"It wouldn't be worth it. There are creatures like that all throughout the Mist. We're just lucky he didn't try to stick tiny sentient crabs in our ears in exchange for profound sexual bliss. That never ends well."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 6, 2020 1:52:47 GMT
Demetrius nodded, knowing that what he had written in haste was the not the real solution to his problems anyways. “We have to destroy the box now, right? So nobody else can come along and let him out again.”
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