H-how...wow. Spot on.
[6] With giddiness from the knowledge, figuring the best way down is to fly, you take a step off the mountain-- and try to sprout your wings again-- and tumble down, slaved once more to gravity, coming to rest on sharp gravel. You're back on your feet again, however, with only minor aches and lacerations to show for it.
[11] Your wings once again sprout from your back-- and you take the time to examine them the best you can. They look, at the moment, to just be pure fire, ebbing and flowing with the currents of your willpower. You notice black dust emerging from your back, tipping them. But with a slight tweak to the arithmetic, they turn into angelic wings of multi-hued fire feathers. Then into crooked, boney things. Another set turns into gossamer strands of a multi-hued insectoid nature, like the beetles from your 'childhood' in the Academy. You let them turn back into fire--
And you feel...odd. Less real, less whole.
F̧͓͔̗̠l̤̼͉̰̳͝e̻̘s̘̗͍h̖̤͉̰̦͍̤͜ ͍̜̼̯̳̥͢c̵̱̻̪oh̦̠͍̖̱̝̪e͇̖̳͉s̛̤͓̦̦͔̪̝i̱͈o͏͈̙̞̱n̼͝:̡̥̭ ̣̦͍̱̰̫̦90͖͖͈̗͈͖͝%̯͇͡That's ominous.Regardless, you drift down the mountainside, feeling free once more-- and alight in the village plaza. A squad of Thornton Warmachines, fully clad in their clanking armor, face you. You think they're staring as you cancel the arithmetic that burns the wings of your back-- and you notice the 'dust' at the tips evaporates away.
"L-lady...Alphira." The one in the front stutters, and you can tell she's probably deeply surprised by the turn of events.
"Oh come now, it's nothing you haven't seen before." You tease, confidently.
"...yes, and no." She gestures, and a group of older women hurries to bring you a shiny robe of crimson, which you gratefully accept.
"Co-could you uh, feed me, before I head to the Villa?"
The lead Warmachine gestures you into a house with a larger door than the rest, and you duck inside, out of the way of gawking civilians. A young man is manning a machine that produces orange hydrogen fire, cooking a pot of porridge atop it, and looks confused when the two of you enter. "I-I wasn't expecting company!"
They cloth you in simple garments of home-spun wool, and it's scratchy, but hides your nudity. You eat a few good bowls of grain-meal with the female Warmachine, and, you come to find out, her husband. A child emerges sleepily, sitting at the table and eating a bowl, disinterested in you. "We saw a light in the sky, last night, flying in circles-- was that you?"
You wince, and offer a weak grin. Instead of answering, you instead ask for directions.
"Yeah, just follow the path out of town, towards the east. It leads back to the Villa-- but you're more than welcome to accompany us there. We're heading there for the muster."
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [0600] 11/17/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
Cohesion: 90%
You are satiated.
You are in peak, physical shape.
Over Body: A woolen, crimson robe.
On Torso: A tunic of blue wool
On Legs: Synth Cloth Pants
On Feet: Ill-fitting, ruined boots.
Overload: Qualified
Bird of Sol's Reign: Apprentice
Conquerer's Aura: Apprentice.
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[94.38 credits] in local currency.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-three years. [Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources, as approved by Crusader General
--Full command of all military resources, in emergencies
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Preparing for war*
*Retrofitting Warmachine Armor: Radio Capability*
*Researching: Radios*
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by ? ? ?
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/50 Uncertain
--4/50 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Preparing for extended Combat*
*Armor retrofit in progress: Radio Capability*
Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently planning assassinations of Officers within the Holy City*
Ally, Superior: The Pontifex
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Adjutant: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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