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Post by Gloriosa on Nov 10, 2021 16:20:25 GMT -5
Another step along the path, another battlefield strewn with bodies.
This place had obviously been the site of a battle some time in the distant past. The wildlife to the region had picked the bodies clean and left only scattered skeletons in their wake; mouldering bones littered with strewn armour and the various keepsakes that had once defined their lives.
Through it all strode the figure of Gloriosa.
This was different to the fresh battlefield she had previously enjoyed. The bodies here had lingered longer; there was a sense of palpable loss. Not only had these people lost their lives, but they had not been remembered or cared for by their own people. They had not come to retrieve the bodies and bury the dead. That was unusual. Ordinarily, there were survivors; people who had known those who now lay strewn amongst the wasteland.
Gloriosa was not a tall woman, particularly not if one discounted the spiked black mohawk which made up most of her silhouette. She was very obviously not a local, though. Her flowing black and grey clothing, pointed ears, the dark pits of her eyes... the Konatsian would have looked out of place even if she hadn't pulled her violin from her back, flicked open the case, and drawn the ebony instrument to the crook of her neck.
The Saiba Wastes were not a hospitable environment, she had found; most of the animals here were brutal, territorial and aggressive. Most of the plants were rendered quite poisonous, either from the need to discourage omnivorous predators or by the pollution that the war pumped into the soil.
She should not linger here. It would not be good for her health. But when the urge to play came, well? What could a person do but play? She could no more defy her muse than she could defy her need to breathe.
And so she began to play.
At first her fingers stroked the strings, plucking in sharp and rhymic motion to establish the pace of the piece. As she did, a ghostly piano began to well from around her. And then the bow touched the strings, and the music poured from the instrument. Harsh. Discordant. Desperate.
The playing reverberated through the wasteland, over the bones and bodies of the fallen. As it did, flowers rose from the earth that had nothing to do with the local wildlife. Rich, lush green foliage spread out from beneath her feet like a flowing tide, bringing with it flowers which blossomed thick and red and copious, the blanket of vegetation a smothering presence, seeming to lift up the bones from where they had lain and mix them, draw them beneath the embrace of the plantlife as it sprung to obey the mad, passionate demand of her violin, and the ghostly piano which accompanied it.
All at once, what had been a silent and still scene became one of intense sound and dizzying movement at the strange woman's behest.
This place had obviously been the site of a battle some time in the distant past. The wildlife to the region had picked the bodies clean and left only scattered skeletons in their wake; mouldering bones littered with strewn armour and the various keepsakes that had once defined their lives.
Through it all strode the figure of Gloriosa.
This was different to the fresh battlefield she had previously enjoyed. The bodies here had lingered longer; there was a sense of palpable loss. Not only had these people lost their lives, but they had not been remembered or cared for by their own people. They had not come to retrieve the bodies and bury the dead. That was unusual. Ordinarily, there were survivors; people who had known those who now lay strewn amongst the wasteland.
Gloriosa was not a tall woman, particularly not if one discounted the spiked black mohawk which made up most of her silhouette. She was very obviously not a local, though. Her flowing black and grey clothing, pointed ears, the dark pits of her eyes... the Konatsian would have looked out of place even if she hadn't pulled her violin from her back, flicked open the case, and drawn the ebony instrument to the crook of her neck.
The Saiba Wastes were not a hospitable environment, she had found; most of the animals here were brutal, territorial and aggressive. Most of the plants were rendered quite poisonous, either from the need to discourage omnivorous predators or by the pollution that the war pumped into the soil.
She should not linger here. It would not be good for her health. But when the urge to play came, well? What could a person do but play? She could no more defy her muse than she could defy her need to breathe.
And so she began to play.
At first her fingers stroked the strings, plucking in sharp and rhymic motion to establish the pace of the piece. As she did, a ghostly piano began to well from around her. And then the bow touched the strings, and the music poured from the instrument. Harsh. Discordant. Desperate.
The playing reverberated through the wasteland, over the bones and bodies of the fallen. As it did, flowers rose from the earth that had nothing to do with the local wildlife. Rich, lush green foliage spread out from beneath her feet like a flowing tide, bringing with it flowers which blossomed thick and red and copious, the blanket of vegetation a smothering presence, seeming to lift up the bones from where they had lain and mix them, draw them beneath the embrace of the plantlife as it sprung to obey the mad, passionate demand of her violin, and the ghostly piano which accompanied it.
All at once, what had been a silent and still scene became one of intense sound and dizzying movement at the strange woman's behest.
UT in use: Magical Music
Gloriosa can use her magic to craft vivid illusions so long as she keeps playing an instrument. Unlike most magic the things she creates are not real, but she can empower them with ki to make them gain solidity for brief moments (and this forms the basis of her attacks). Players are free to have their characters realise that the illusions are not real though they will still need to defend themselves as normal if attacks are used.
Gloriosa can use her magic to craft vivid illusions so long as she keeps playing an instrument. Unlike most magic the things she creates are not real, but she can empower them with ki to make them gain solidity for brief moments (and this forms the basis of her attacks). Players are free to have their characters realise that the illusions are not real though they will still need to defend themselves as normal if attacks are used.
