The Myst of Avsolom is a medieval high fantasy role play forum set in an original world. It is 3/3/3 on the RPG scale and 18+
The role play is freeform which means there are no stat systems, but there are Rules and Guidelines for members to follow.

Beshrouded Guests to Lie

Planewalker

Remius

Character
Old Empire Citizen
Job
Planewalker
Gender
Male
Age
20
Character Profile
Link
OOC
Toska
Messages
9
Reactions
2
Remius sucked in a breath; sharp, slow, it trilled in his chest, drew his blood in slurries from lung to throat, from stomach to mouth. An acrid taste assailed him, kicked his lungs clean. He coughed on the tail, spat colorless into the void, opened his eyes.

The Shroud unfurled. Listless heights, depths of viscous sea, the scent of rotting lilac and rose. The very composition of his absentee thoughts coalesced. Reminiscent perception, ruminations, all crystal as he stared into the lurching scene before him. Towering stone crumbled into oceanic lay, the tang of brittle chalk tickled at his throat. Noise. Symphony on brass, on string, the wondrous concoction of ivory din hitting the patter of raindrops on tin.

Bile kissed the back of his mouth. Sweat beaded and caked at his lashes, hot and heavy with each flutter of his eye, each twitch as he spun to drink in the visage of the world. The air grew around him. Thickened, thinned where he breathed. Thought churned, curling up like wisps of smoke from lips painted the pallor of lies. He sipped of it, a vintage too old for his palate's comprehension, and stared.

When he spoke, the words garbled in his throat. Sank low to his chest, sucked deeper in, rejected by the Shroud. The planescape shattered. Shifting cities that rippled beneath the touch of waves, that drowned to the choir of brine. Remorse trickled past, escaped. Left him wanting, wanton, worrying out by the backs of his fingertips. He trailed out, grasping at straws, at ethereal strands of reality fragmented and scattered about the reaches of the divide.

He exhaled. The breath left him in a torrent. His eyes cracked open, blinked rapidly. Dust and ruin. Thick as smoke, cheap as dreams. The precipice of perception ebbed, taking on shapes familiar as they were eldritch; the outline of a stall, glimpses of parchment, of cloth, the distant chink of coin. The murmurs, the cries of hawkers distorted by throng after throng of meandering masses.

An empty void proliferated by him, by a figure perched atop a crumbling fixture. Atop a rock, a wharf, a chair; however it was wrought, a person sat atop it.

Remius smiled.

"We meet again."
 
Member

Narrator

Member
OOC
Sleven
Messages
2
Reactions
0
A luminescent thing in the outline of a man, the figure before him nodded, mouth curling with a lazy smile.

"Good to see you, planewalker."

The words coalesced in Remius' head.

With a wave of its hand the fugue parted, leaving only faint traces of its misty edges. When the veil dispersed the figure before him dimmed, leaving an alabaster effigy floating in the void, reclined upon a seat that was no longer there. A gentle countenance graced the recumbent form, its shadows giving shape to the chiseled frame of a familiar face.

Its slate wiped clean, the Shroud slowly began to coagulate once more, grasping on to errant thoughts.
 
Planewalker

Remius

Character
Old Empire Citizen
Job
Planewalker
Gender
Male
Age
20
Character Profile
Link
OOC
Toska
Messages
9
Reactions
2
"As to you, Lucius."

Warmth fixed on those lips. His chin followed the flickering path of movement, the effervescence of the Shroud as it took form at the edges of perception. The shape of a man grew firm, recognition lending it voice.

Trails of colorless smoke sung in the air between them; oily, gossamer, sliding off into the void beyond. Remius held onto it. Forced it into view, into form, molded the layers of sensation crawling beneath his flesh onto his gaze. Willed acknowledgement into the Shroud and watched it writhe around him. It came breathlessly, glacial as it crawled over the course of bleary seconds, as it rolled into headlong minutes and drank away the time that frittered long by the tooth of necessity.

A blink. The veneer faded, lost to the gnawing landscape, to the absent noise of space immeasurable.

"What stories shall we share?" The words slithered from him, straining into focus. Battered the taut stretch of will he smelted to maintain the visage of a man before him while all around came the aloof rancor of memory; it cracked, wallpaper at the touch of age, caked mud at the sun's violent kiss. An egg, its yolk parsed, bled into the life of veins redressed of vitality.
 
Member

Narrator

Member
OOC
Sleven
Messages
2
Reactions
0
Remius' figure oscillated with vestigial distortions as he strained to maintain a frequency of clarity.

The effigy paused, rotating upright before descending towards him. Prismatic ripples flung themselves from its mass in kaleidoscopes of color as it moved against the empty space. Each color gave birth to a sound, like hushed whispers of idle chatter.

It pointed a finger toward an imaginary sky, bidding Remius' eyes to follow. As the gesture reached its zenith, a constellation began to appear across the Shroud's distant nebula.

"I have little to offer there. The Shroud shows me only the same story: a house, and on it three tigers; one climbs up, another down, and the third sits at the top."

The resonance of Lucius' voice in Remius' mind seemed to trail with the last of his words, as their contents were traced across the constellation in motes of light.
 

Affliates

Top