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Open Log for Two Pirate Ships Day
When; Dec. 14th
Rating; TBA
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revelations9x6 Xulchilbara so far.
Summary; Xulchi's first curse, and a nautical one too!
(I'm going to assume the other characters assigned to the Little Barroness may want to tag in? Open to whomever really =D )
Log;
The Red God never slept.
Well, to be precise, he did not sleep as humans define the idea.
Occasionally, however, he would leave the body he possessed and move about as spirit rather than flesh.
His 'body' would appear dead, and for all intents and purposes, was just that; respiration, pulminary and cerebral functions all in a suspended state as to be nigh undetectable.
To do was was refreshing, even comforting as Xulchilbara rather disliked being limited by the awakward, and often cumbersome clay of humanity.
Today, however, he was rather sorry he had engaged in such rejuvination.
For instead of returning to the manor and his suite of rooms therein, he had 'awoken' to an unfamiliar ( and decidedly smaller ) room.
His bed now rested on the floor, but still retained it's blood-red hangings, and the soft bedclothes he preferred. Beyond that, there was little similarity.
The hearth was gone, and the walls, while covered in similar fabrics, were wooden planking instead of stone.
Worse than all of these changes?
The window.
A wretched window that allowed in light
Meager light, but light nevertheless.
He rose from the bed quickly, and in so doing noted he was clothed in a skirt of black fabric that pooled around his ankles, then looked out the lattice to see that instead of being in the manor, or on land, there was mist wreathed ocean as far as the eye could see.
Curious, and not a little confused, he closed those ever-burning eyes and reached out through his marks on his children and felt reassurred when thier presences registered as also being nearby.
Except for one...
The Executioner.
He was further away, and somehow......altered?
Not a little concerned with all of this, the Red God moved now to the double doors set in the far wall, and opened them to find a modest set of steps, and beyond those....
.........A ship?
Yes, a ship. The style of which took him a full minute to recognize as egyptian in nature.
The vessel was massive, and with sudden clarity, he realized that what had drawn him back from moving amongst the ether was the massive shift in the Ticking Clock's influence over it's citizens.
Mist curled around the mast of this oddity, and burning eyes followed the single mast up with a quizzical expression.
So this was a curse?
Granted that with the knowledge that this was all some mischief on The City's part came the realization he could lessen it's influence and return himself, his home, and his children to rights....but a creeping sense of mischief and curiosity fairly begged the question: But why?
Rating; TBA
Characters;
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara so far.Summary; Xulchi's first curse, and a nautical one too!
(I'm going to assume the other characters assigned to the Little Barroness may want to tag in? Open to whomever really =D )
Log;
The Red God never slept.
Well, to be precise, he did not sleep as humans define the idea.
Occasionally, however, he would leave the body he possessed and move about as spirit rather than flesh.
His 'body' would appear dead, and for all intents and purposes, was just that; respiration, pulminary and cerebral functions all in a suspended state as to be nigh undetectable.
To do was was refreshing, even comforting as Xulchilbara rather disliked being limited by the awakward, and often cumbersome clay of humanity.
Today, however, he was rather sorry he had engaged in such rejuvination.
For instead of returning to the manor and his suite of rooms therein, he had 'awoken' to an unfamiliar ( and decidedly smaller ) room.
His bed now rested on the floor, but still retained it's blood-red hangings, and the soft bedclothes he preferred. Beyond that, there was little similarity.
The hearth was gone, and the walls, while covered in similar fabrics, were wooden planking instead of stone.
Worse than all of these changes?
The window.
A wretched window that allowed in light
Meager light, but light nevertheless.
He rose from the bed quickly, and in so doing noted he was clothed in a skirt of black fabric that pooled around his ankles, then looked out the lattice to see that instead of being in the manor, or on land, there was mist wreathed ocean as far as the eye could see.
Curious, and not a little confused, he closed those ever-burning eyes and reached out through his marks on his children and felt reassurred when thier presences registered as also being nearby.
Except for one...
The Executioner.
He was further away, and somehow......altered?
Not a little concerned with all of this, the Red God moved now to the double doors set in the far wall, and opened them to find a modest set of steps, and beyond those....
.........A ship?
Yes, a ship. The style of which took him a full minute to recognize as egyptian in nature.
The vessel was massive, and with sudden clarity, he realized that what had drawn him back from moving amongst the ether was the massive shift in the Ticking Clock's influence over it's citizens.
Mist curled around the mast of this oddity, and burning eyes followed the single mast up with a quizzical expression.
So this was a curse?
Granted that with the knowledge that this was all some mischief on The City's part came the realization he could lessen it's influence and return himself, his home, and his children to rights....but a creeping sense of mischief and curiosity fairly begged the question: But why?