[Open] So a heretic, priest and carpenter walk into a bar…

[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 819 TWC: 819 Tags @people, @people, @people, @people Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Walking through the town Tenemanya was humming a small tune, one he had heard so long ago when he was forced to go to one of those horrible musical performances. It was about some French folk singing all the time. It annoyed the, well, it annoyed him greatly. ‘Do you hear the people scream, screaming the song of dying men. It is a beauty of a people who will be slain again.’ He thought grinning, walking into the tavern, late in the evening. Slightly annoyed he found himself a nice spot next to the fireplace, the fire softly crackling as it slowly devoured the logs. Softly, yet still audible he started talking, telling a tale he had heard some day, somewhere, in some place. [break][break] “It starts with the faint call of a trumpet, softly as a lover’s kiss upon your cheek. Then another call rings out upon the wind and another, and another, becoming louder each time until it becomes nearly enthralling upon your ears. Next comes the horseman, the rider proud upon his horse, tall, and handsome; the hooves of his large and noble steed gently clicking upon the ground. His might cloak flapping in the wind, revealing the shining armour beneath, a short sword hanging from his hip. His eyes shine brightly underneath his helmet, a plume standing tall on top of it. Green and purple are his cloak, fine stitching and of high quality. [break][break] Behind the rider comes a boy, bustling with pride, carrying a red banner, lined with purple and gold, a silver dragon and golden eagle carefully embroidered upon it. A golden eagle dons the tip of the standard. A green tunic shines bright, as bright as the boy’s eyes, as he proudly marches away. [break][break] Behind the banner come the infantry, the sound of their hobnailed sandals slowly starts rising up, rising from the distance, until this too is nearly deafening as the feet rise and fall in synchronous pace. The helmets shine bright and proudly in the sun. The clamour and rattling of their armour adds to the cacophony of proud, young men marching off, marching off to battle in the distant lands of beyond. Their green tunics stand out from their armour and their short swords are dangling happily in their scabbards with each step the soldiers take. [break][break] Slowly the procession shall fade, fade into the distance. “ Tenemanya said, speaking softly, enacting how most would have looked and marched. [break][break] “Several days later you shall hear the trumpet call once again, and again and again, a soft dribble of rain descending along with it, the wind softly whispering. Then the trumpet calls out again, the dribble turns into something stronger, the wind starts to become stronger. Another call, and another, until a storm descends upon you; yet the trumpets calls are clearly audible, yet now they are twisted, tormented, and cruel even. Next comes the rider, his horse looking famished, the rider dirty, grizzled, and his face gaunt. His once so shining armour, his wealthy, green and purple cloak and the plume upon his helmet, once standing proud and defying; now they are in tatters, dented, scratched, broken and ripped. [break][break] Third is the boy, the proud banner with the dragon and eagle emblem torn, holes gaping in the fabric. The once proud standard now serves as a stick to lean on as the boy limps after the rider. The smile is gone, his eyes are empty. The eagle is gone…[break][break] Last come the soldiers, their once so proud faces now scarred, twisted and maimed. Their faces are grey and gaunt; their eyes, once so mild, had turned into pits of sadness, emptiness. Their shining armour is rusted, dented, scratched; some are riddled with holes, some as large as a fist, a gaping hole in the wearer’s body. Some lean upon each other, some haven’t an arm, haven’t a leg, haven’t an eye, a stick in their hand. Their short swords aren’t dangling in their scabbards no more; some are gone, broken or sticking out of their owners’ body. Yet they marched on, rank upon rank of infantry, until they too fade in the distance.” Tenemanya continued his tale, speaking softer and creepier as his tale progressed. He paused for a short moment, taking a deep breath. [break][break] “The ghosts are marching through the streets, to battle they went, to battle they went; from battle they come, from battle they come. Oh you, proud boy, did you think they are the last? Be good before they come for you, to take you off to battle with them, before they take you back from battle with them; marching to and from battle for all eternity; for marching to battle they must, marching from battle they shall. So when you hear the thunder, you would be wise to fear the thunder, for the storms… the storms are coming.” Tenemanya spoke, ending softly and with an evil grin. [break][break]

[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF No doubt did the coalescing murmurs amidst the taphouse craft an atmosphere cosy, yet ironically tinted with a flavour of dull, heavy recluse. Quaint was its wooden skeleton, its hard, monochrome stone floor for eyes unacquainted with such an erstwhile era. The mouth of the tavern announced another visitor with its telltale creek, a flux of whine and yawn from the felled wood. A common occurrence, surely. So, founded was the absence of turned heads and shifted eyes. Steps. They were soft with reasonably rapid transitions between each footfall. Though, they shared company to the shiftings and shrill cries of metal. The newcomer’s soundings implied one donning some variety of armour. Perhaps one, two found their interests perked enough to sweep a world-weary glance the entrance's way, watch as they descended a set of stairs until their feet met the floor’s stony surface. It was a werecat of a stature that could not have been anymore than a few inches over four feet. A misleading juvenility beamed from his bestial visage, one that threatened to tear the establishment asunder due to the shear contrast between he and the atmosphere. Those of the land - a few could not help but release a tickled chortle, that of which washed the werecat by without agitating a single strand of his blue fur. His face harboured a blend of glee and resolve. He was there for a reason. Then, however, his attention was seized by somebody else. It was a man speaking to a fireplace. Somehow, his face brightened even further and he hurried over. Nigh impossible could somebody tell if he understood a word of it, but as it was concluded, marked with a comical, iniquitous grin crafted of, ostensibly, pure, unbridled self satisfaction, he began clapping vigorously, energetically, and seemingly genuinely. “That was a spiffin’ tastic story there, brah! Gimmie some fur!” Topaz exclaimed, moving close and extending a furry fist for the stranger to fistbump. words.324

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 255 TWC: 1074 Tags Topaz Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Startled the heretic looked up from the fireplace. The cat called his story spiffing’ tastic, though Tenemanya had little idea what the walking cat actually meant, the fact that it held out a fisted paw did not help too much either, but the heretic decided it would be better to accept it as a compliment and return this strange way of greeting; turning to face the cat, his eyes darting up and down and all over the place as he gathered his nerves and returned the fistbump. [break][break] “He- hello, have you perhaps seen my brother? I think he goes by the name of Lyssamanya? Or have you seen Edgar?” Tenemanya asked, rather nervously as he asked the strange cat if he had seen his brother or doll, though he did not mention Edgar was a doll to the cat; that would be weird, though not as weird as someone who wanted to be a cat. Though even that could be worse, one of those anime-hero fellows, the kind that had to die over and over and over again, just for their looks. The thought made Tenemanya grin. [break][break] “I- I’m Tenemanya, pleased to meet you.” Tenemanya whispered, ‘Now either sod off or help me find my brother.’ He thought, keeping his face as friendly as he could, grasping his book tightly, and tapping nervously against the cover of the book with his fingers. “I can’t pay you for any help or information though, but perhaps I could tell you another story as payment for your help?” [break][break]

[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF The possible frights that tore through his murky depths, what visible signs manifested mattered not. Topaz remained steadfast, unmoving, rigid until his fist had been bumped. Seemingly, he failed to notice such a thing as he beamed with an unflinching, resolute smile. A certain degree of diffidence stained the stranger’s tone. It was something completely dismissible, however, as the question presented was something of infinitely more interest to him. He returned his arm to its respective side, postponing the continuation of his errand. His fur-carpeted face abandoned its previous expression of glee for one that offered an intense curiosity. The name ‘Lyssamanya’ appeared not to have meant a thing to him nor did the name ‘Edgar,’ evidenced by a lack of response be it verbal or physical. He knew few names. In fact, he had acquired far more names, albeit mostly forgotten, belonging to the people of the land more so than from anything else. “Welp,” he finally began as he continued to stare intently in a manner fey, perhaps unnerving, “I’m Topaz and I have no idea who you’re talkin’ about - BUT!” Following an abrupt movement, Topaz snapped his arms up high into the air. “That sounds like an adventure if I ever did hear one! A quest even… and with a unique reward no less! Why don’t I just help you find them? I mean, I’m not doing much else..!” He chuckled, laughed, and then trailed off awkwardly. words.240/564

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 322 TWC: 1369 Tags Topaz Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“You haven’t heard of either of them?” Tenemanya asked, his pale face saddened by the news, staring back into the fire. Deep down the heretic knew the chances of meeting each other were slim if at all present. Pulling up his legs into his chair Tenemanya lay his head to rest upon his knees and placing his arms around his lower legs, letting out a pitiful sigh as he did. Somewhere in the distance the heretic heard the cat mentioning he had nothing better to do and that the quest to find Edgar and Lyssamanya sounded like an adventure. The cat did sound somewhat pleased with the promise of a tale. ‘I wonder if he’d like fish.’ The heretic thought, lingering in thought for a short while. [break][break] When he looked up again all he could see was the door swinging shut. ‘But, but, but… he doesn’t even know who to look for… What if Lyssa doesn’t like the cat…’ the heretic thought, staring blankly at the door. ‘But I don’t want to leave, it’s nice here and warm and there’s food and drinks, a bed and perhaps even a bath! But, but, brother…’ Standing up with a stern look on his face the heretic walked after the cat. When he finally caught up, he was heaving a bit, having a bit of trouble catching his breath. “It’s dangerous to go alone, let me come with you! I- I mean, Lyssa might not like you and you don’t know how he looks! Edgar has always been good at hiding so I doubt you’d be able to find him without me! And I was thinking, maybe you could use a little boost when you find yourself in trouble, I know it isn’t much I can do but, but, well if it helps me find brother…” the heretic spoke, shyly, nearly whispering as he walked a bit behind the werecat, holding firmly onto his grimoire. [break][break]

[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF Topaz’s strides ceased and following a hop, he was able to pull himself up onto a bar stool. It was fortunate that his hands tore forward as quickly as they had, clasping the wooden countertop before him in an effort to stop himself from plummeting backward akin to a felled tree. He breathed a breath of relief, a “phew!” when the stranger - Tenemanya appeared at his side. ‘It’s dangerous to go alone.’ Topaz could have sworn he’d heard such a line before. For a moment, that thought plagued him. Mid-way through his explanation, Topaz turned his attention to him in his usual, wide-eyed and inquisitive manner. “Kitty litter, I wasn’t gonna leave ya behind! We gotta go together or it wouldn’t be any fun!” He chuckled with a presence that betrayed his stature. Not a care did he have for those around him and what they thought of him. Surely, they found the werecat slightly presumptuous. At that point, nobody made their feelings known of him; but certainly that kind of personality was not a rarity. “Barkeep!” Topaz hollered suddenly as he turned himself forward. “I need me a jug a Rocknot's Ale!” After an exchange of bottle and coin, Topaz found himself in possession of a brown-tinted jug with, of course, a rotten liquid sloshing about inside. He brandished it in the air and looked upon Tenemanya once again. “This be what I came in here for, actually. So, now that I got that, we can be on our way!” He hopped from the stool, gathered himself and then looked up at what promised to be his new partner. After a wink, we turned and made his way outside. words.280/844

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 388 TWC: 1757 Tags Topaz Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

‘Did he just call me what I think he called me? If so it’s outrageous and he should… suffer for it.’ Thought Tenemanya as he thought the cat called him either cat toilet or cat excrement. If Lyssamanya were here, he’d sure as heck kick the cat’s butt for insulting his brother. And the cat felt a need to chuckle as well; this could definably not stand and called for revenge… once they had finished their drinks, found Lyssamanya and Edgar. The only way to redeem himself, as far as the heretic was concerned, was if the cat embraced the miasma, but Tenemanya also knew that most adventurers tended to avoid the stuff, just because it made them ever more so epic than they already were. These things however had to be brought subtle and slow, as not to chase of potential… followers. [break][break] The cat ordered a drink, telling the heretic that he actually came to the bar for a drink, which was actually rather obvious to the heretic but he’d let it slide and just simply nodded with a crooked grin as he patiently waited for them to be able to chase Lyssamanya and Edgar. ‘If there once was a hero so just, would he be killed, stabbed or betrayed in his trust?’ the heretic thought, barely able to contain a snicker as he pictured a knight in shining armour, getting thrown from a cliff by the women he had loved. As the heretic has such… joyful thoughts, the cat finished his drink, Tenemanya restlessly swinging his legs back and forth on the barstool, clinging onto his grimoire tightly. [break][break] “Y-yes, please let us go, my brother is but a poor boy, all lost and alone probably. Edgar is a real boy and he’s probably just wondering somewhere, all alone. It m-makes me a bit sad, but luckily I have my cat friend with me n-now and I know our Lord and saviour will protect u-us.” The heretic said softly, a mere whisper as his heart was pounding in his chest. “I-I think Edgar is close to the forest, he always liked being in the forest, he has a thing for w-wood. I remember he made me a doll once, it was beautiful.” The heretic spoke, hoping they’d go to the forest and away from all these people. [break][break]

[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF Not even slightly was the werecat aware of the heretic’s misunderstanding. Not at all. No, for he continued to eye the jug of ale over as Tenemanya spoke. His attention shifted to him of course, especially after hearing about these unknown figures possibly wandering about lost and alone. “All alone and lost you say?” he repeated with a sense of urgency. “Well, we really must get going then!” Outside, he scanned over the area. He stood still and cast a curious eye about. Eventually, they locked onto a figure. It was a boy in their late teens no doubt and upon seeing him, he made his way over with his jug in hand. “Here y’ go!” Topaz announced before giving the humble, lanky male the purchased jug. “Best wishes!” Topaz said as he waved him off following a thank you from the obvious person of the land. “Alright, and…” Topaz seemed to be checking the interface adventurers so often called into being. “Didn’t really get anything for that ultra short fetch quest... “ He paused. “Oh, right! Tenema-nya! We must head to the forest to see if your brother is there!” He took the lead and started walking. It may have been in the right direction or it may not have been, but it was the direction Topaz could have sworn a forest could be found in. Realizing such a thing, he spoke up about it. “Hey! Am I going in the right direction?” he asked as he still rather confidently strode in his chosen direction unless, of course, told otherwise. “And you have an idea where in the forest they might be? Like a favorite spot? Maybe there’s a lake there! Oh, my… we could go skinny dipping!” words.288/1132

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 298 TWC: 2055 Tags Topaz Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“Y-es, he, he’s all alone, like in the fairy tales of old, where the h-hero is w-wandering all alone through the d-dark and scary forest. All alone in the dark forest, where there are creatures rumoured to be.” The heretic said, gloomily and soft, a small whisper passing his lips. A few moments later the duo was on the move, heading towards the forest near Londinium. [break][break] “No, well, maybe, Edgar has a thing for wood, so perhaps we could find him at some weird or special tree? Lyssamanya is a different story though; I have no idea where he’d go… we pretty much used to be together almost all the time…” Tenemanya spoke, thoughtfully as he tried to pry inside his own mind where his brother would wander off to. As they were now in the forest, away from others Tenemanya felt a bit more at ease, not much due to the lack of his brother, but still quite a bit more. [break][break] “Say, Topaz, do you think there is something akin to a god in this world?” the heretic asked of the cat, whilst the duo was walking through the dark forest. [break][break] “There once was a maiden, with scarlet hair and a basket. She walked through a forest akin to this one, back and forth she went, the maiden so fair, with her scarlet hair. In her basket she had sweets and bread, meat and fish and cheese, as it swung loosely by her side as she skipped through the forest, her scarlet hair flowing behind her, in a braid of her hair.” The heretic mumbled as they walked through the forest. “Oh euh, yes, we’re going the right way I think, there was a tree somewhere nearby of which I heard. It was quite the… special tree.” [break][break]

[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF The man - Tenemanya. He possessed a talent in attracting Topaz’s full attention. He spoke of fairy tales of old and how the one he sought was facing similar situations. It most definitely sounded like an adventure and it was hard to lose interest in something that sounded so enticing to the small werecat. Perhaps it was the wrong emotion for vigorously did it oppose Tenemanya’s own. He spoke in a dismal hush while Topaz only attained a brighter sheen to his feline eyes. “A special tree, huh?” Topaz repeated. He brought a contemplative hand beneath his chin. Truly, he looked as if something was indeed coming to mind. It was not, however. Topaz never made any note of any special trees - or at the very least, he did not seem able to call such a thing to mind. He regretfully thought for a moment that it would have been wise to have seized a more concrete picture within his mind of his surroundings. “We just need to run about and if he find nothin’, we can try again the next day!” He tossed his arms up briefly into the air in triumph at his optimism. “We can even do lil’ seepies next to each other. Wouldn’t that be nice?” “YES!” Topaz announced. He hopped right up and turned so he could keep his partner in view as he walked energetically backwards. “I mean, I wasn’t sure or anything before, but look at this! What’s even happenin’? I’m a cat man now! And it’s amazing!” There was wondrous talk of breads, fish, and cheese and the like. It immediately made Topaz hungry. He wished to have that basket himself. Soon afterward, Tenemanya mentioned that he knew of a special tree. “Let’s go there!” Topaz cheered. “So, what happened to that girl with all that yummy food in her basket? I could go for some of that!” words.317/1449

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 375 TWC: 2430 Tags Topaz Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“Yes, yes, a special tree where they strung up a man. I think last I heard he was still hanging in there. “ the heretic said, jokingly in response to the cat’s remark and placement of his hand underneath his chin. “But, but running around could be dangerous. My god, or other divine being cannot keep us safe forever, even though I think it might be the one who turned you into cat-man, my saviour. However I think that, because I’m still a level one priest I don’t know too much about it, not yet anyway. But would you perhaps want to join my flock of followers? IF we get enough to join us, we could have sleep overs or skinny-dipping parties! We could perhaps even find people who can act with the stories I tell or make awesome dolls or even more important: Food! Though I’d rather starve than be without my brother…”the heretic started off happy but turned gloomier as he turned things back to his brother. “But only if you want to! Perhaps I will get things l-like stories based on the actions of the god or gods, depending on my priest level… Or maybe we get a divine reward from finding my brother and Edgar… or more people to join the faith. I mean, if it can turn you into cat-man, suck us into this game or well world… it must be powerful enough to give us cool stories and allow us epic parties right?” [break][break] “Ah yes, the g-girl, the girl! The girl with the scarlet braid in her hair; well this maiden fair was skipping through the forest with her basket full of sweets off to her grandmothers who lived in the forest deep. Deep in the forest where grandmother lived, in a tree, yes a tree, a big and strong tree, with branches like the twisted fingers of a corpse, thing but strong. In the forest the girl with the scarlet braid met a hairy chap, with eyes gleaming in the dark, a faint cruel and evil shimmer over them. Lurking in the dark of a tree the chap spoke out…” [break][break] And there the heretic left the story hanging, for now at least, to keep the cat on its toes. [break][break]

[Roma]

I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

Roma had been reading in the forest, sitting haphazardly with book in hand as he did so. The delightful tale the wordless story in his hand spoke to him was well and good but it was always missing something. Always needed something to fill the pages and well, he could relate it to how he felt now. He was a blank page in this world and he needed to be filled with stories, or at least that was the hope in all eventuality. However this was stopped by a single sight, a sight of a doppelganger that just walked by him without any necessary retort.

He never expected something like this to happen, not here of all places but it did. A twin of some manner of speaking was here, and god was he spinning a tale out there like it was nothing. A tale of so many different perspectives that it was definitely something of a different tiding. As one could expectantly state to the world but of course he was here and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Roma began to follow them slowly, hand on book and smiling as he did so without care. The werecat partner of this doppelganger and the doppelganger alike both spun words around all too well.

Roma didn’t pay attention to most of it, however when he started hearing tale of something that caught his ear. A diluted fairytale of a tale he knew about as something else however, though he figured it might just be good fun to interrupt said story and even spin it with a little added tale of his own. Might put a smile on his face after just the few days he was here and didn’t enjoy himself at all. “… The chap spoke out, ‘Come my darling, there must be some sweats we can share.’ Oh the man’s voice was raspy, drilling the contemplated event into the soul.

“The time they spend would not end, no like a spider’s web ensnaring an innocent prey the man too ensnared the girl too. The girl enjoying his talks, his love, and his time. It was like a second dad she would visit every day and every day there was something new for her. Eventually, sweets became desires and desires once innocent became carnal. Oh yes, what a lovely tale you had.” The interrupting heretic spoke to the two of these individuals with a smile to his lips while moving towards them with glass in hand. His voice was in a gravely tone, almost like a miner for the duration of the story he told.

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[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF “That sounds like a super fun faith! I’ve never heard anything quite like it!” Topaz exclaimed with his usual abundance of excitement. Just what was going on within Topaz’s head? Warnings. Just subtle, gnawing warnings. Certainly, he thought the idea was fun, but there were few ways better than asking one to join your skinny-dipping faith to seem completely touched in the head; but then again, Topaz was a tad-bit touched himself and his energy did little but emphasise that. Then came the powerful continuation of his story. Listening to it, Topaz realized that all he wanted were the contents of the girl’s basket. The rest of the story - well, actually, interruption came about. The source of the interjection succeeded in claiming the werecat’s attention and he found it strange that the individual looked a lot like who he was previously talking to. The chills from Tenemanya’s story were completely overpowered after having witnessed such an intriguing sight. The story’s continuation was very dramatic, indeed, but it was inevitable that Topaz would hop up and shout in the midst of it, “WOAH! WHAT ARE YOU TWO, BROTHERS?” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He gasped as evidence of this. “Hey! We found your brother already! But that’s what happens when you invite Topaz to the party. Success! Right off the bat! I’m the whole kitten kaboodle!” words.226/1675

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 268 TWC: 2698 Tags Topaz Roma Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

From out of seemingly nowhere came a voice that continued the tale. The voice ended the story not exactly as the heretic had intended but close enough. Startled the heretic grabbed his grimoire even tighter. Softly, in a gentle and scared hush Tenemanya spoke out at Topaz’s response to the arrival of the other heretic: “H-he l-looks like my brother from ano- another mother.” Pulling his arms and grimoire up to his chest and staring at the ground, and back up to what appeared to be at least perceived to be his twin. Looking quickly the other heretic appeared to resemble Tenemanya quite a lot, though it appeared to be a… more physically fit version. “Tha, that’s not really how the story w-went…” the heretic spoke sadly. “Tis true that the chap invited the girl over, though as to what they did is fairly different, there is also the grandmother, the priest and the violinist.” mumbled Tenemanya softly. [break][break] “I- I think he might be a glitch or perhaps someone who took the same looks as me, but I don’t think he’s Edgar and he is definably not Lyssa… Neither would ever be so rude to interrupt my story telling.” The heretic said sadly, probably bursting Topaz’s bubble of joy. “S-so, who might you be s-stranger? Are you sent here by our Lord and Saviour, the One who holds epic Skinny-dipping-parties and even better Sleepovers? Or are you perhaps a messenger of my brother?” Tenemanya said as he tried to subtly move behind Topaz as to use the cat as a shield of sorts if the stranger meant harm. [break][break]

[Roma]

I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

As expected his coming here was a surprise and that was of a good simulation because if this instance did in fact have a preordained mind about it then there would be problems. However once having finished the tale of the very out there red riding hood, he merely smiled and waited for reactions. The werecat individual didn’t disappoint when it came to that however. He was actually shouting with… what was that emotion again, glee? Satisfaction? Whatever it was, Roma so no harm in it and merely let it play out in eventuality as sooner or later a good answer will come of it.

It appeared that they were looking for the brother of this other individual, however given the reaction Roma was receiving from him, that definitely didn’t mean the two were twins. No, perhaps the two were but with far different appearances so that made more questions rise to his head about it. Such questions as what was he going to do about this? He did stumble in on the search, was he going to help them, would he help them, would they ask him to help them? Oh the questions spun round and round like a record in his head nonstop.

A brother from another mother, a story botched but of course it was since it was botched since the beginning, and lastly was the comment of him being a glitch. Well, all in all he certainly didn’t enjoy the idea of that so with a rubbing of his head he smiled kindly, “Well, I can definitely say there is no relation aside from uncanny resemblance between us. However,” with another look he did indeed notice that the cat had become a shield of sorts. For this guy who spoke of such tales and the like it was rather interesting to see such a cowardly take on the scenario.

“I am Roma, just out doing what I can with what I have to aid others.” As it was a truth for himself as he gazed at the two of them. The questions asked of him were odd to say the least, “I wasn’t sent by anyone whether of fable or reality to you. I merely was reading my book when you two were stumbling past spinning yarns of tales left and right.” He smiled, patting his own grimoire as it was sadly the only book he had on his person to read. Damn this world for not having more currently available to him as he looked at these two, “Now that I introduced myself, who are the two of you… skinny-dippers?”

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[Topaz]

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WE GONNA ROCKIN' 'TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF “Brotha from anotha motha! This means that I was wrong as purring zebras!” His reaction proved just as excited as the last. He even tossed his arms forward in celebration. Of course, he cared not for the story since it never led to him acquiring any of the delicious items in the girl’s basket. The question of the day was just who was this enigmatic individual? Tenemanya suggested he was a glitch or somebody that just looked similar to himself. However, Mr. Enigma was the one best equipped to answer such a question obviously and he soon did just that. There was an epidemic of people grabbing at and petting their grimoires. Topaz did not quite get the significance of the gestures his curious, brisk eyes caught. He thought it to be related to the stories each just told for certainly it could not have been an impish, somewhat daft indication that the two were warning each others of their low-level-magic-missile capabilities. If only the setting and equipment was a little more western. Certainly then the air would have truely thickened within dire tension. All it did was remind Topaz of his own. The ostensible flux of subtle superciliousness and derisive slightly tinting the words Roma spoke grew less and less audible as Topaz was spirited away by a duration of daydreaming. He allowed the simper that slipped upon that bestial visage of his as a result of catching flickers of the stranger’s truer self to wane as he thought. “Topaz, a cleric!” he announced. “And I just had a thought! I’ve been lazing around five ever now and it’s because I have so little motivation for this borin’ ol’ class I chose!” Topaz proceeded to rub vigorously at his head - or at least the headpiece sitting upon it. “Isn’t there a way I can change it?!” words.309/1984

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[Tenemanya]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Starter Grimoire LH: / QS: UA) AR: Starter Cloth Armour

WC: 359 TWC: 3057 Tags Topaz Roma Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“But wait… YOU LIKE STORIES!” shouted the heretic in joyful response, though late as could be. “That means you might actually not that bad, I mean… you look pretty dapper and if you like stories… I have decided, Roma, I like you! If you help us find Lyssamanya, my real brother, and Edgar I will like you even more!” Tenemanya said, trying to imitate the cat’s enthusiasm. “W-was that any good Topaz? I know I didn’t use the purring zebra’s, yet, but if I were to make a tale of our adventure, I-I need to understand how you do your thing… that is, if you want me to make a story of our epic adventure…” the heretic continued. “I-I’m Tenemanya and this is Topaz, we’re looking for my brother, Lyssamanya, and I thought it would be a good way to pass the time when we are looking for him to tell a story… “ Tenemanya explained, debating if he should activate one of his more defensive skills in case the doppelganger intended to cause harm, though for now, the other heretic seemed nice enough. [break][break] “I-I d-don’t know Topaz, I think you might be able to… I don’t think the god or divine being will help you with that… but perhaps w-we could check in the town after we visit the tree.” Tenemanya said, still a bit nervous at this unexpected turn of events. ‘I could try to… but they might help… Topaz seems nice… but still… NO, I must find brother first and then, yes then we can debate whether or not…, yes, yes.’ He thought, gently caressing the spine of his grimoire. [break][break] “So ehm, what do you think about Nyx for the divine being of turning people into cats, skinny-dipping, epic slumber parties or epic parties in general? R-referring to it as god or divine being m-might offend it, him or her or w-well y-you know…” Tenemanya asked, hoping at least Topaz would agree to it or think of a better name. Thinking back Tenemanya recalled all the names of his dolls, Nyx wasn’t amongst them; though there was Charles and George, Eli and Lizzy, and many, many more. [break][break]