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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    a glimmer
    #1
    In the dead of winter a light skift of snow reaches the shore in the south of the Ruins, but the Baltian waters are warm, leaving a mist hovering over the gray sea.
    An orb materializes in the air, glowing brighter and brighter until splitting. The orbs roll into the water, bobbing just on the surface. Three of them spread across the water, illuminating it underneath, light bouncing off of the glowing coral.


    First come, first serve for the first three characters to reply. Must be a “real” post catching an orb but no word minimums.
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    #2
    Noceur, no longer a prince, no longer anybody of note, rolls his body in the waters well off shore, silver pupils flashing with the soft light of a trio of orbs that cluster just off shore, their glow pulsing against the reef. They smell like magic, like lightning striking the sea, and their bobbing draws him nearer to land than he has been in years. When he reaches them, he circles, large and lazy, the very tip of his tail striking against them curiously.

    Nothing happens.

    The lights bobble and regroup, like buoys anchored by something unseen. He circles nearer, spyhopping at the surface. No one else has noticed them yet. All three could be his. Noceur has always been greedy. The wayward needles of his teeth seem almost to reach out when his mouth gapes open and he grabs one as hungrily as he would snap up a fish. He tries for the second but it will not fit and bounds away from the punctured orb, skittering nearer the lapping wavelets at shore where his black eyes land on a shadow pressing through the mist.

    He hisses, his teeth digging deeper into the metallic-sweet orb whose light shines through the transparent edges of his muzzle.

    No.

    He does not want any visitors today.

    The water hardly stirs as he dives below, returning the glowing prize to his eelgrass den.

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    #3
    Baltia, she remembers her time here.  Swimming with the Kraken, exploring the depths of the ancient underwater world.  She hadn't gone far, just to the shores of the Gates.  The place she has come to know as home.  

    Or was it?

    Could anything other than the depths of the sea truly be home?  The thought is what draws her back here.  The luminescent faucets of light that glow even in pure blackness.  It is here the Kelpie finds solace, amongst the flora and fauna of the underwater realm.

    Day wanes though and she decided to rise to the surface once more.  Bubbles lead her up, rising quickly.  But above is not just the night sky.  Something ethereal glows, a sphere bobbing on the waves.  She rises to meet it, curiosity getting the better of her.

    With little effort of her aquatic form she breaks through, reptilian eyes watching as the orbs ebb and flow with the waters.  It is enticing, these otherworldly spheres, enough to make the siren reach for one, plucking it from the ocean waters and to hold it like a valuable pearl...
    //Equus Kelpus-Immortality\\
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    #4
    don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years

    He stands silently at the edge of the Ruins, chest-deep in the warm water that ripples gently around his silvery form. His blue eyes are fixed on a spot in the distance, though they seem unfocused, foggy with some form of disquiet. Something has changed since his last venture to the Mountain, though he is not entirely sure what it is. Yes, the sudden appearance of a cluster of tentacles at his chin is an obvious answer, but there is something else that he can’t quite put his finger (so to speak) on. He had asked for change in hopes of creating a deeper sense of connection to his lost family, but whatever had occurred just doesn’t feel right.

    He is vaguely aware of a shift in the lighting somewhere behind him, but he does not bother to look, for the mystery has too strong of a hold on his attention. Minutes pass as the three orbs of light drift closer and closer and still, the pensive stallion does not see them, even as they cross directly through his line of sight. Two of the orbs continue on their way, seeking to lose themselves in the horizon that he stares so blankly at, but the third lingers, much like someone waiting for the object of their unrequited affection to finally notice them.

    And eventually, he does.

    He watches curiously as the orb bobs and swirls several yards out, debating whether he should investigate further, for he’s come to realize that there is always more than meets the eye where Beqanna’s magic is concerned. Perhaps because he is already of a mind to find answers for other questions, he begins moving toward the orb. As he wades deeper into the water, his mind automatically commands his body to shift, to exchange awkward legs for more water-friendly grey-black tentacles.

    But nothing happens.

    He has spent enough time in the water for his limbs to instinctively continue the work needed to propel him forward, but panic rises in his throat as he realizes what is (or isn’t) happening, and he forgets his intentions as the natural motions devolve into erratic thrashing. His muzzle dips beneath the waves as he falters, but the effect is almost immediately calming, as it lets him know that his gills still work properly. However, he becomes acutely aware of a sense of emptiness within him and a need to fill that void begins to consume him. At the same moment, the glowing orb catches his eye once more and as a moth to a flame, he compulsively swims toward it again. It’s irrational and he knows it, but he can’t help but feel that this strange ball of light might hold answers, or at least clues so that he can figure out what the hell is going on.

    The tentacles beneath his lower lip move of their own accord, reaching out desperately as he closes in on the orb. As a lone tentacle wraps itself around the orb, he is surprised by its palpability and heat it generates. Disappointment wells in his chest when there is no other immediate response, and he is tempted to hurl the orb from him; and yet, he nestles the orb among the rest of his facial tentacles and turns back toward the shore, which now seems miles away in the absence of the efficiency his shifting had always given him.

    EDDIE
    for Ian
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    #5
    Congrats!
    These orbs, snatched up by Noceur, Deiti, and Eddie, each contain a trait of your choice up to 2 spaces. This trait is transferrable to another character. If you have other ideas on how you would like to use this trait, contact an officer for approval.
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