A.[Tiny balls of pale light fall from the sky and glitter like stars brought to earth. In their wake vast shadows that feel safe and comforting trail in their wake or simply descend and alight themselves in populated areas. The giant creatures seem safe. Maybe you get too close and the majesty of one takes you.
As you stare there is a sense of despair beginning to take hold. Then a great black horse with a horn on its head trots up to you and shoves his shoulder against you. He circles around if you don’t move. Then he does it again. He snorts if there is a need for a third time he grabs at your shoulder and lets out a loud whiny.
Then something vast blocks out the light. The street lights catch on red and gold scales. Powerful wings beat as it’s feet seek to grab you. And someone calls out.] Let us grab you!
B.[As you come around the corner the street lamps catch on the reflective surface of glass. Small jars sit in a pallet, some holding a small glowing white ball. If you look up towards the roof someone is coming down a ladder with a jar in hand. If you know, Diluc Ragnvindr is easy to identify. His hair is tucked into the back of his cloak but, the fiery red color is not so easily concealed.
His gloves hands clutch the jar close to his chest. The ball inside casts a weak glow. He descends and says without glancing up.] I saw one of them coming this way. Help me get these jars away from here, would you? I want to put one in the hands of as many people as I can. It isn’t much but it’s some defense.
A time of portals.
A. [You turn a corner and a glittering view spreads before you. A massive tree towers in the background and the scent of dandelions carries to you from across the waves of grass. The faint trickle of water is strong enough to suggest some kind of lazy river is close by.
A tall, red haired man in formal looking clothes leans against a wall close to the dome blocking this view from being a place you can go. A blonde haired woman with a strong air of authority about her stands as close to the dome as she seems to dare and they pair seem in conversation that cuts itself short. Both turn their eyes to you and behind her what looks like jiggling bubbles of water with simple eyes are hopping towards her back.
A few choices to make here. The man says,] Yes? What can we do for you?
B. [Or you are unlucky and happen upon the portal when jiggling slimes hop out and try to body slam into you. Or the ground near you changed to ice, fire, or lighting and a horrible looking flower bursts out of the ground.
Or maybe you get close and there is a creaking sound before a mechanical hand slams down into the stone. But fortunately the hand looks damaged. The rounded torso is dragged through by another hand and you get a look at a mostly featureless round face with a burning eye. Regardless of what you run into something gets smacked aside as Diluc Ragnvindr drops down from a rooftop, his claymore smashing into the ground. He glances around with narrowed eyes and sighs as he rises, flames swirling around the blade as he seems to flick it.]
Let’s get this taken care of now. The people here deal with enough as it is.
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Diluc Ragnvindr | Coldblood
A.[Tiny balls of pale light fall from the sky and glitter like stars brought to earth. In their wake vast shadows that feel safe and comforting trail in their wake or simply descend and alight themselves in populated areas. The giant creatures seem safe. Maybe you get too close and the majesty of one takes you.
As you stare there is a sense of despair beginning to take hold. Then a great black horse with a horn on its head trots up to you and shoves his shoulder against you. He circles around if you don’t move. Then he does it again. He snorts if there is a need for a third time he grabs at your shoulder and lets out a loud whiny.
Then something vast blocks out the light. The street lights catch on red and gold scales. Powerful wings beat as it’s feet seek to grab you. And someone calls out.] Let us grab you!
B.[As you come around the corner the street lamps catch on the reflective surface of glass. Small jars sit in a pallet, some holding a small glowing white ball. If you look up towards the roof someone is coming down a ladder with a jar in hand. If you know, Diluc Ragnvindr is easy to identify. His hair is tucked into the back of his cloak but, the fiery red color is not so easily concealed.
His gloves hands clutch the jar close to his chest. The ball inside casts a weak glow. He descends and says without glancing up.] I saw one of them coming this way. Help me get these jars away from here, would you? I want to put one in the hands of as many people as I can. It isn’t much but it’s some defense.
A time of portals.
A. [You turn a corner and a glittering view spreads before you. A massive tree towers in the background and the scent of dandelions carries to you from across the waves of grass. The faint trickle of water is strong enough to suggest some kind of lazy river is close by.
A tall, red haired man in formal looking clothes leans against a wall close to the dome blocking this view from being a place you can go. A blonde haired woman with a strong air of authority about her stands as close to the dome as she seems to dare and they pair seem in conversation that cuts itself short. Both turn their eyes to you and behind her what looks like jiggling bubbles of water with simple eyes are hopping towards her back.
A few choices to make here. The man says,] Yes? What can we do for you?
B. [Or you are unlucky and happen upon the portal when jiggling slimes hop out and try to body slam into you. Or the ground near you changed to ice, fire, or lighting and a horrible looking flower bursts out of the ground.
Or maybe you get close and there is a creaking sound before a mechanical hand slams down into the stone. But fortunately the hand looks damaged. The rounded torso is dragged through by another hand and you get a look at a mostly featureless round face with a burning eye. Regardless of what you run into something gets smacked aside as Diluc Ragnvindr drops down from a rooftop, his claymore smashing into the ground. He glances around with narrowed eyes and sighs as he rises, flames swirling around the blade as he seems to flick it.]
Let’s get this taken care of now. The people here deal with enough as it is.
Wildcard
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