[a few deep breaths are recorded over the journal, where Ben is trying to calm himself down before dictating.

... iiiiiiit doesn't really help though]

EXCUSE ME MR. CERBERUS - uh, SIR! I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I'M VERY SORRY IF I DISRESPECTED YOU IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER AND I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN IT IF I DID!! IF THERE'S ANYTHING THAT I CAN DO TO ( Read more... )

[ Everything hurts. Which is putting it lightly, but that's the first thing Adel notices when he starts to wake up, a pained sound breaking past his lips. His fingertips twitch faintly in what honestly was an attempt to push himself up that....never really went anywhere ( Read more... )

[Cerberus is outside, sniffing around a small part of the sigil Adel used in his necromancy earlier. Specifically, he's where the gate shattered. He prods at a bit of scorched, dead earth his paw. Despite the time that has passed, the sigil still feels unnatural, wrong. There's a wave of nausea approaching that causes him to remove his paw ( Read more... )

[In one of the castle's corridors, a figure is kneeling on the floor in front of a silver filigree bowl filled with what seems to be ordinary, clear water ( Read more... )

[something is moving out on the lawn. The giant necromantic sigil burned into the grounds might not have summoned what it was supposed to... but something is out there. And it's undead.

Like a bad horror movie, something pale and raggedy is dragging itself up out of the very earth-- though it isn't clawing its way out. Just pulling itself up out of ( Read more... )

( In which Adel does Necromancy openly )

[one of the biggest problems with Robin's world is that while it was once at the height of technological glory, human advancement had a bit of a hiccup when their own world tried to kill them and the place has since then deteriorated back into a pseudo-medieval society ( Read more... )

[Hello, Accord! Have a very tall... humanoid?... with green and slightly fuzzy skin. She has long, elf-like ears, but her musculature and what looks like small tusks in her mouth sets her aside from any obvious elvish heritage. She seems rather confused, trying to make an odd stone do... something. After a few tries, she growls in anger and throws ( Read more... )

[ The one thing that Paradisa just can't compare to and that Nirel will never forgive it for is Turia's sun basking--with temperatures on average at about 125°F during the daytime. It makes for the perfect sunning experience (when one is a heat-inclined demigod anyway) and unfortunately no matter how perfect Paradisa seems to be it just can't come ( Read more... )

[ For those of you that are out and about today, there is a stack of books headed in your direction. ...kind of. More accurately, there is a someone carrying a stack of books headed in your direction. And since the figure carrying them seems to be paying more attention to making sure the books do not fall than where he's going...well, whether it ( Read more... )