Elements RPG! Part 2

[Bloodshadow]

@Optimalist: Maybe maX could be the reincarnation of Maxwell, the original Master of Entropy! Maxwell was the one who created the Maxwell's Demons.

I'll be back in half an hour or so to post something.

Anyone else has any more fights? This is kinda dragging on for too long, which I didn't want.

List of original Masters:
 
  Mariah?
  Bloodshadow
  Mephistopheles
 
  Maxwell
 
 
 
 
  Sekhor
 

Name suggestions?

[Sirenes]

A large smiles crosses her lips after hearing that. It was so sweet and romantic, almost like a fairy tale. "That sounds really... pure. I don't think I've ever felt like that before, except maybe when I thought a little kid was in trouble. Maternal instinct, I guess." Once she finishes applying the balm, she places one of her palms on his forehead, gently moving back his hair first, then places the other on his chest. Her eyes close and she begins to concentrate and begins her healing. Of course, her powers were minimal, as she had no training and little practice, but he would feel the presence of her power.

[Optimalist]

Heimdall stopped. "'"Learned?' he said, speaking aloud. "How exactly did you glean this information? And stop calling me "sir", please." Heimdall entered the arena, which was mostly empty, looking for his friends.

OOC: Optimalist, I love your personal text.

"Ok, Heim. Well, um, this is quite embarrassing... but I'm a gossip. I like eavesdropping and overhearing things people whisper in the dark. To be quite frank, I can't read minds although the Dream Catcher knows full well how much I've tried. So, I learned to read lips and body language and facial expressions. I learned to study the erratic moods of my elven master so I can swing with them and get the least of his ire. I know when someone is lying, but more importantly, I know when someone thinks they are passing on the truth when in fact they are just relaying a sensationalized version. In short, I can weed out the smoke from the fire."

OOC: Thanks. hahaha you know what I tried clicking on the [ + ] of your personal text. LOL!!!

[icybraker]

Heimdall paused. Interesting. It seems that this being can read minds... without actually reading them. I might have to look into this. "There's nothing wrong with that, but you shouldn't mindlessly invade other's privacy. I mean, once-" Heimdall paused once more. He had once committed a grave act of personal intrusion when he had probed Xanriel's mind; he vowed never to repeat the feat.

[Optimalist]

"I know what you mean. For that reason, I keep my eyes downcast whenever I'm in public. But, earlier, I needed to enter the city gates and I was keeping an eye out for mean guards who might think I was trespassing, which I was of course. And, I couldn't just wait for you guys outside. I'm a bit.... impatient."

And, again, I'm sorry for my intrusion earlier.

[Purity_Riot]

Smiling, Xanriel slid his hand over to Sirenes's thigh, resting an open palm on it as he basks in her healing powers. There was potential there for much more, given training. Maybe he would work that into her combat training. He sighs, closing his eyes and enjoying her healing powers. In seconds, he had dozed off.

[Sirenes]

Smiling, she continues the process as he sleeps, but she had no way to know if it was working. She would continue for just awhile longer before stopping and wiping her brow. Healing was very tiring and took more energy than it should. Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly to relax and pulls her hands away. She leans down and gives him a soft kiss on the lips before carefully sliding away.

Across the room, her newly washed skirt and blouse lay folded on a chair. He'd said he liked her regular clothes better so she was going to change back into them. Lifting them from the chair, she enters the restroom and quickly changes out of the borrowed dress. Sirenes folds it neatly and returns to the room, placing it on the chair where her own clothes had been. Her eyes wander to Xanriel on the bed. She should let him sleep. He needed it. But should she leave to check on the others or stay? He may worry if I leave. If he followed me and hurt himself more, I'd... The others would have to wait. Jonathan wouldn't let them get hurt in his own territory. So, she climbs back into the bed, laying oh her side just above his head, perpendicular to him. Gently she strokes his hair and cheek and waits for him to wake, but instead, she finds herself falling sleep.

[icybraker]

A bit impatient? Well, we all have to be in this world. Heimdall did not reply, his eyes scanning the arena. As the last of vampires streamed out, Heimdall noticed his friends in the middle of the arena, talking. "Hey!" he projected. He ran down towards them, but it appeared that Xanriel and Sirenes were leaving, supporting each other.

It doesn't take a mind reader to know that they've got something special together, thought Heimdall, smiling. And so do Nyxia and Jonathan.

MaX and Heimdall reached Nyxia and Jonathan. "Hello, Jonathan and Nyxia. I heard you won the fight. Well done."

Jonathan smiled back. "Not that it was easy. Say, did you fight one of Incarnate's men? How was it?"

Heimdall shuddered. "Veneficus fought me. A mage. Um, I managed to win, but- it was strange. I'll tell about it later."

Just then, Jonathan seemed to notice MaX. "Who's this?" he said.

Heimdall stepped aside. "Jonathan, this is MaX. MaX, Jonathan."

[Optimalist]

mAx knelt on one knee and eyes cast on the rock the Master was standing on, "a generation's worth of elven gratitude upon you, sir. You and your party have saved my village and most of my clan from Chaotic cruelty and the fallen elves. I am here to be of service on your quests. I have relatively good command of the entropic energies, which will be an invaluable addition to your wandering band's growing arsenal." If I say so myself.

Maybe maX could be the reincarnation of Maxwell, the original Master of Entropy! Maxwell was the one who created the Maxwell's Demons.

OOC: I like the idea! The Maxwell's Demon was Max's first mutation, which wreaked a memorable havoc... thus he got his nick from that.

[Bloodshadow]

Editing in progress.

"...which will be an invaluable addition to your wandering band's growing arsenal," said the mutant Fallen Elf named Max. He was clothed entirely in an earthy brown, and those clothes seemed very clean, almost brand new. For an elf, he was more muscular than usual; but it was his long brown hair that revealed his affiliation with Entropy. His eyes were a deep shade of magenta, and Jonathan saw chaos and unpredictability in those swirling eyes.

"A new friend of yours?" Nyxia asked.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Sneaking into Umbrios is no small feat, and I'll give you credit for that. However, I am less than perfectly willing to accept you into our party, because of your alliances with Entropy. We have destroyed Chaos Lord, the False God worshipped by your kind; you cannot blame us if we're suspicious."

"Then what can I do to prove my sincerity?" asked Max.

Jonathan frowned and mused. "First, you will have to allow us to probe your mind. When Xanriel recovers from his fatigue, me, him and Heimdall will join forces to try and detect any lies and trickery in your psyche."

"That is fine by me," smiled Max.

Suddenly, Jonathan heard the sound of a bow string drawing taut. Turning quickly, Jonathan could see Zanthos, his bow drawn and pointing at Max. "Step away from my friends, heretic, or you shall regret it." His green eyes blazing, Zanthos began to walk menacingly toward them.

"Yeah, good luck getting him to trust you," Jonathan sighed.

So Optimalist, now you'll have to deal with Zanthos. Can't be helped, since we have an Elf AND a Fallen Elf in our group.

[Sirenes]

Just a short while later, Sirenes jerked awake to the sound of a light knocking at the door. Blinking her eyes clear, she sits up and glances to Xanriel who was still sleeping. Good. She thought to herself and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Had she really heard something? Another knock confirmed it and she quietly rose to her feet and answered the door. A woman on the other side bowed and spoke "I am sorry if I have interrupted anything." "No, no.. it's all right." "I was sent to tell you that there is a light meal downstairs for midday if you become hungry." Sirenes smiles and nods. "Thank you." Again the woman bows and walks away. Raising her arms, she yawns and stretches silently. Maybe she should go eat something. Yeah, that was a good idea.

Stepping out, she quietly closes the door and heads down to the dining hall. One side of the large table was filled with an assortment of foods from fruit, cheese and bread to light meats to sweets. Ooo, cakes! Sirenes rushes over and picks up a small, neatly decorated sweet that smelled of honey and jam. Biting into it, she found that it was filled with some sort of jelly. "Mmm..." She sighs happily. Grabbing a small plate, she proceeds to fill it with a bit of cheese, bread, meat and a few more sweets before taking a seat and enjoying the food. During breakfast she'd been but too distracted to eat and she ate very little at dinner the night before. Now, she felt ravenous and was quite alone which left her able to eat to her hearts content without feeling unladylike. Quickly, she downed the food managing to be neat at the same time before topping it all off with a glass of juice. "Ahh..." She pats her satisfied belly and gets back to her feet, heading out to check on the others like she'd planned all along.

[Optimalist]

So Optimalist, now you'll have to deal with Zanthos. Can't be helped, since we have an Elf AND a Fallen Elf in our group.

OOC: Well... technically maX is not a fallen elf, but was forced into servitude (enslaved). The affiliation still sticks I think since he has been working most of his life for a fallen druid. So okay... let'see where this goes.