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1Finding Oneself Empty Finding Oneself on 30/04/19, 03:57 pm

Merrze

Merrze
A-Tier
A-Tier
Blood trailed, leading through the mountains. The vivid paintings of a person wounded were strewn across the ashen boulders. Light danced through the cracks of cloud and mountain peaks. Chirps would bounce back and forth between the avian observers, squawking and gawking at the path of crimson. It hadn't fully smeared or settled in the rocks, warmth even exuded from it, the blood fresh, as if it had just splattered against the surface.

More blood would splatter as the battered figure of Merrze would limp forward. The blood fell from her head, hitting a large rock in which she would rest on. Between steps, the dust-covered and blood-painted woman would take in the grey wool skies, looking up the sky. The shard lodged in her skull was a mirror of the morning sun trembling in a fountain of wine.

The bleeding had substantially slowed since she had first brought her skull down onto the solid magic of Solomon. Her rags and hair were still dyed, it was hard to determine what was red roots of hair or her dried life force.

How long has it been since she bathed, bloody rat tails now hung from her head, the gorgeous which crowned her head before matted, mud and sweat decorated across her hairline. The dust mixed with sweat as it came from her pores.

The fanalis would try to move, hoping to get off the rock, between steps however she would stumble and thump against rocks. Her strength was gone, each step struck, hammering into the earth. The power was in her body but there was no control or energy to move it properly.

It made sense, Merrze had eaten in weeks it felt like now. Life was hard to find amongst the rocks, she doomed herself to death. Her grave in the sky would hide her body, her life would end unaccomplished.

These thoughts festered, it was hard to stay positive at this point. It was also kinda difficult to stay awake or stay standing as her head smacked into the rocks as she passed out.




The evening would say hello as the sun now brightly smiled, it was time to rise and shine for this Lion. Painfully her eyes reveal themselves to the world once again. How long was she out? That thought would soon be replaced with the sound of the birds again, this time however Merrze could think, and move again. The bleeding settled fully now that she stopped moving around so much.

It was unsettling to be still, nonetheless, she propped herself on the slab-like rock which she passed out on. The scarlet orbs which rested in her head would scan the area, trying to get a bearing, or somewhat of an understanding of what the area was like. It was a mountain pass, seemingly 20m wide. She rested somewhere in the middle it seemed, the mountain range to her back towered high reaching for space, the one in front would glow with the suns rays.

As she would scan her eyes would fall upon one of the singing birds nearby, it was nesting. It was only 10m it seemed like.

With a patient eye, she watched the bird. Her hand would be moved, sliding across the earth, feeling the smooth rock until stumbling upon a small, sturdy pebble. She lifted her right arm up with the help of her left, with all her energy the rock would fly from between her thumb and index finger.

With a crack from a stony bullet, the bird fell limp. Solemnly, and slowly the fanalis would inch towards it's newly acquired meal. It took a moment to reach the creature as she couldn't move her legs currently. Upon reaching the bird she used her nails, her teeth to rip out the majority of its feathers. It wasn't the first time she bit down on a bird whole. She didn't eat it however, there were enough dead branches around, and she could use sparks from stone and her bracelet. Soon with the crack of a fire, the bird would roast.

It took some time to get her makeshift fire and cooking setup made. The fire was needed by the time she had finished. The Cold crept in, like a stranger, it unsettled her. The fire provided some safety, the roasted sparrow provided true comfort.

A Lioness ate, enjoying the first food in forever to her mind. It felt primal to be broken down in such a way from her own training. It lingered in the subconscious but for a moment it felt like it was melting upon the gamey, and chewy taste of the small morsel she made.

She coughed between bites, the taste of blood still lingered, she didn't think it was a very good sauce for the bird. The meal would be finished, only bones and feathers remained scattered.

Tomorrow she needed to get moving to find more water. A second time of sleep for the day would be welcomed. It wouldn't be long until her mind would lose consciousness.  the fanalis needed to build her strength back up.


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2Finding Oneself Empty Re: Finding Oneself on 02/05/19, 11:25 am

Merrze

Merrze
A-Tier
A-Tier
Slowly step by step her heavy feet would press forward, moving the sun itself across the tips of the earth's fingers. It was difficult to keep moving when all she had was a staple diet of birds, rainwater and whatever plants could be foraged. Even the craggy gray peaks seemed like a form of inspiration at this point of exhaustion.

She took a heavy breath, it felt painful, expanding her chest with the relief of refreshing air, pushing into her broken rib. The injury just appeared one of these days. She shook off the thought, no one wanted to think about their body falling apart.

At least the rocks were cool and comforting, the smoothed but still grainy rock made a nice bed. No! It wasn't time for her to rest. She didn't even realize she had drifted towards the edges of the pass.

Merrze tried to stay away but each step her face, her body would drift towards a spot to rest her head. Most days the fight to keep going was difficult. She was stuck going one way down this mountain pass which seemed to last forever. How long had it been? Was anyone out there searching for her?

Maybe she was? It felt cheesy to her but wasn't that the goal of this training exercise? The lioness knew the answers to her questions. Sure things hadn't gone as planned, but the answer, whatever it was felt like it was near.

Suddenly a silhouette in the shape of the sun she stopped. The golden grasp of the gods and the gray grip of Gaea gave her a thought. A pause which produced pondering in this person. An answer? Did it exist or was this just an existential attempt to give herself a purpose.

Leading people meant being a figure, it meant becoming the gateway of the people and the world. That's what it was to Merrze. What she was striving to be. Her entire world had been shaped and controlled by magic, by those who were given the ability to see the flow. It seemed almost unfair. She had the same fate inside her, was she not an important part of the flow of the world as others. She had her strength yes, the was no shame in the strength she gained from others even. Merrze fought to be a King Candidate, to be considered as one to shape the worlds fate. Her desire to step upon that world of power on her own is what had put the fanalis in this half-dead state.

What answer was there to find that could make her stronger anyways? It was all philosophical.

Glowing resonated between her hand and her head. The shard in her head had begun to glow as she looked at her hand, the fanalis had begun channeling magoi in her palm.

A dilemma had arisen within the mother. She had a home, a people, a fledgling state who needed her. They needed her to return, she'd been gone long enough but it seemed like she was on the cusp of answers. It was selfish, she needed to be selfish this time around.

The fanalis lowered herself, resting in cross position with her hands rested upon each other across her legs. She needed to let her mind wander, while her breathing began to become rhythmic so did the flow of her magoi. The fanalis would try to keep the energy around her and flowing while thinking as a way of strengthing her body hopefully.

Where was the first place to start? Maybe that was the issue all this time she was looking for answers all the time. Always searching for some way to be better to learn. She had to learn, to better, or that's how it felt.

How could she not feel that way? It was consuming, it devoured as much as her passion and will had grown. With each trial, each challenge that she had managed to overcome the pressure paralyzed more. She had gone from a struggling child to conqueror of a dungeon. She had the power to fell mountains and rip apart forests, she was lightning on land, her roar was thunder. It meant nothing to the fear of incompetence. She made mistakes, they crushed her and broke her often.

Maybe that was okay. There was nothing wrong with being broken if you can keep moving. She had pushed and made it back each time even if it was painful. The pain was her strength. Power was the result of training and work, but strength, the real strength of will and soul was the temperament, the whip marks of fate. It was the solid resolute mind to fend off or take control of the paths in life.

She found a pillar, something to keep her mind rolling. With her eyes closed unaware of the hours passed the night would arrive. A half-moon would hang overhead in the teeth of the mountains. With a tiring mind, all that would come upon the fanalis is slumber deep in thought. Days were numbered now, it was just unsure what they were for.


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3Finding Oneself Empty Re: Finding Oneself on 29/06/19, 10:40 pm

Merrze

Merrze
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White and red trailed through the mountains. Red and white streaked across the earth. The white energy source could be traced to the head of blood tattooed Merrze. Now a beast with a long unruly blood-stained mane. Her head adorned with the shard embedded wound and hemorrhaging from a recent attempt to remove it.

Her body was tired, for so many days she just got up to move. She occasionally killed and had enough energy to survive. She felt flourishing with magoi, she felt more attuned to her energy. It was tiresome to feel the excess leave her body, to feel it trail behind. It was like she was constantly using magoi manipulation.

The fanalis could only handle so much and lost in her own thoughts she was caught off guard by a clatter. Some rocks had moved in the background, quickly the fanalis would jerk her head towards the source. A man with silver staff, with a beautiful star ruby. Seeing her he would quickly rush over to the fanalis. In her weakened state fighting back didn't seem like it would go over well. Like a blur, the mage would conjure a spell and it seemed like multiples of him would rush Merrze. It was a wave of black blurs rushing past her.

Stumbling back she had to make sure to avoid rocks, her toes already panged and felt caked with mud, blood and who knows what else. She couldn't feel much on her feet. She would stumble back, her spine thudding against a large rock. Then, shooting amidst the haze the caster appeared before the fanalis, his staff raised high.

"Remus and Co send their regards Fanalis, and King Candidate. Thank you for letting us know of your power" The staff would radiate with a dark black glow. There was something off about this stuff, some magic had been cast on it. She tried to struggle but she had no energy. The man in the hood would then thrust the gem against the urging force of magoi would begin to be suppressed by the dark energy within the staff, it's power pushed back.

As the two forces of energy pushed off the wizard would press with all his might, pressing it against managing to contain the energy.

"It feels like I have all that power of yours held back. When they told me to find you they said just fill the staff up and stab you, then it should seal all your power. But it seems like they didn't expect this, gonna have to take some extra measures." Casting a spell he would press the staff in as part of the base would melt off. Part of the magic object would break off, the silver burning and reshaping from command to fit onto Merrze's scalp.

The pain shot back through her head, as the molten silver quickly took shape around the gemstone covering the shard around her head. It would meld deep, burning into her nerves and flesh.  There was no feeling of intense power in her, only the screams of her nerves as the heat rushed into her head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" A scream with matching intensity of the anger and pain which grasped and encompassed her entire body. Her pain became energy as she would move her body go through the mage away from her.

"I will show you pain! I WILL SHOW YOU PAIN YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN" Her face was red, so bright it could be seen through the grim. Her hand rushed to her stuff which had fallen to the side, her bracelet, she would use her Djinn. There's no way he could actually seal of her magoi. It was her right and he couldn't take that power from her.

"Oh Djinn of Growth and Vitality allow me to create life anew! Infest the world with the power of the living to rid the world of all that is vile! Grow, Buer!"

She chanted, she screamed it more than once even.

"Oh Djinn of Growth and Vitality allow me to create life anew! Infest the world with the power of the living to rid the world of all that is vile! Grow, Buer!" GROW BUER, GROW, GROW, GROW DAMNIT!!"

He really had managed to seal the fanalis power. She wasn't sure how, maybe it was the dark energy or magic that came from the staff, maybe it was the crystal. It was frustrating. She put herself into this situation and now she needed to get herself out. The mage would start to move.

Merrze needed to act quick, she wasn't sure if he would be able to cast any spell with his staff's current staff but it was a risk she didn't want to take. With what energy she had she would step towards him quickly and slug him with her right hand tossing him to the ground.

She had one resort, she wasn't sure if she was thinking right even. In these months she had been here the fanalis had come to learn many truths about herself. Obstacles are necessary for the climb to power. Her mistakes and failures were only for her to learn from, to gain strength from. True strength came from a cause, from giving meaning to the meaningless. She knew her power was hers, that she fought for this world and that would give her strength.

From her items, she had another shard in her hand. She believed she found it some time during or after the final battle, she wasn't quite sure. The shard in her head had intense power, it enhanced hers and held back the seal initially. She knew what she needed, would crush the shard in her hand as she held the desire firm in her mind. She needed the power under the seal, she needed her power, her will to manifest.  

"My word is my will, my strikes are my judgment, and my power take form. I am the spear and shield of the world, poke the peace and you shall awaken the beast."


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4Finding Oneself Empty Re: Finding Oneself on 07/07/19, 08:12 am

The rukh heard the Meridian Queen's cries and fate began to turn in response. The calamity that had befallen Merrze's magoi was caused by the metallic seal now permanently branded into her flesh, but its magic formula was "experimental" at best and made with malicious intentions. White rukh released from the shard would wash over the woman like a cocoon of light and surge inwards onto the magic seal. As the rukh washed over the magic formula fate guided the malicious intentions towards those who would harm the vessel. But the rukh didn't stop there as the entire formula was fundamentally rewritten to better act as a regulator rather than a seal.

Gradually the rukh would diminish and scatter leaving Merrze feeling exhausted and empty like a dry sponge. Entirely devoid of strength. The sensation would be so overwhelming that it would bring Merrze to the point of collapse even on her mightiest of days. However, before she could fully fall the seal on her forehead would light up and send a cool stream of refreshing life and vitality pouring into her. Merrze's strength returned and the instability in her magoi was replaced with a serene calm flow that evenly spread throughout her form. Not only that, but if Merrze sent her sense inwards and focused on the seal she would find a separate reservoir of magoi which managed the excess of her embedded shard. Something told her that if she violently controlled that magoi to breach the seal that it could be hers to manipulate!

Shard of Solomon Trait:
Trait Name: Magoi Regulation Seal
Trait Tier: Ω
Trait Requirement: SoS
Trait Description:
The shard embedded in Merrze's forehead was once overflowing with excess magoi and posed a serious threat to the Meridian Queen's wellbeing. This excess magoi was then sealed by agents of her enemies placing that power under lock and key. Using the power of another shard of solomon, the magic formulae on the seal was re-written to regulate the excess power rather than to seal it. The seal will maintain a normal flow of magoi within Merrze's body until activated. Upon activation, it will release the stored excess magoi in the form of a violent aura that condenses around the fanalis in the shape of her choosing.
Trait Effect:

  • Merrze gains a separate pool of magoi from her standard pool that stores up to 100 magoi. This pool can't be accessed for normal abilities or magic tools and can only be used by activating the seal. When the seal is activated 50 magoi is drained from this pool and it consumes an addition 10 magoi per turn activated. If the seal is not in use, this pool regenerates 10 magoi per post.

  • Activating the seal grants Merrze access to a form clad in a shroud of magoi up to 2m thick in size and A-tier in both offensive and defensive potential. While this magoi form is active the user is unable to feed that magoi into magic tools but in exchange are able to use magoi manipulation abilities at half cost and basic attacks count as magoi manipulation ability attacks.


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[b]Trait Name:[/b] Magoi Regulation Seal
[b]Trait Tier:[/b] Ω
[b]Trait Requirement:[/b] SoS
[b]Trait Description:[/b]
The shard embedded in Merrze's forehead was once overflowing with excess magoi and posed a serious threat to the Meridian Queen's wellbeing. This excess magoi was then sealed by agents of her enemies placing that power under lock and key. Using the power of another shard of solomon, the magic formulae on the seal was re-written to regulate the excess power rather than to seal it. The seal will maintain a normal flow of magoi within Merrze's body until activated. Upon activation, it will release the stored excess magoi in the form of a violent aura that condenses around the fanalis in the shape of her choosing.
[b]Trait Effect:[/b]
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[*]Merrze gains a separate pool of magoi from her standard pool that stores up to 100 magoi. This pool can't be accessed for normal abilities or magic tools and can only be used by activating the seal. When the seal is activated 50 magoi is drained from this pool and it consumes an addition 10 magoi per turn activated. If the seal is not in use, this pool regenerates 10 magoi per post.

[*]Activating the seal grants Merrze access to a form clad in a shroud of magoi up to 2m thick in size and A-tier in both offensive and defensive potential. While this magoi form is active the user is unable to feed that magoi into magic tools but in exchange are able to use magoi manipulation abilities at half cost and basic attacks count as magoi manipulation ability attacks.
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5Finding Oneself Empty Re: Finding Oneself on 12/07/19, 01:18 pm

Merrze

Merrze
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A-Tier
Her body had gone through many ups and downs these past few weeks. Pushed beyond her own limits, battered, bruised and broken she fought on for days. She had felt the sweet release from fatigue as her energy was restored. A burning source of power now swelled from deep within the fanalis. Her muscles tightened, becoming iron chains. She flexed with a firm stance, her arms by her side and intense glare upon her face.

The refreshed warrior stood with her blood-dyed mane flared up. The seal on her head beginning to glow, to spark with energy. Flickering through the small burst of magoi would begin to show, bursting out from the source violently, in a matter of seconds expanding to its the maximum size, covering the entire body of the fanalis. It felt like she was the wick of a candle. Overwhelming energy roared around her, it was her own power to use. Quickly the energy would begin to take shape, she would form it, moving it around her own body.

Flexing her own hands it would form into the shape of large claws from her hands, the energy winding and connecting and the torso, leading down to her legs where her feet would be partially covered. She made herself into a beast, enhancing her own devastation capabilities. Her blood tattoos would tint her own magoi weapons. Her hair flared out. With an intense gaze, she would step forward with lightning speed. The impact of the enlarged claw of magoi, the blow reverberating through his arm.

The magician managed to block, but the damage was still enough to shatter bones and cause internal bleeding.

"Miathios Idol: The Meridian Lion"

She would pull back both of her arms to do a massive clawing sweep. While her arms would pull back her prey would chant a spell.

"Pyrir Cestus!" His hands would glow, revealing a set of magic bracers. His hands began to burn with a white-hot glow. In the blink of an eye, their fists would collide. The overwhelming condensed energy would blow out, painting the sky with force.

Her aura would push from the explosion, keeping her control Merrze's magoi claw would come from overhead. Moving in for the kill her attack would go to slice through him, it would be blocked as the mage reacted quickly. The heat from his gloves was diminishing. Her magoi would attack at the magic tool at his hands.

"You damned beast, the Spiders will get you! Your power is nothing to that of what really lurks out there!"

The mage kept his hands over his head, a tight grip and block would not protect him fully. Claws clenched together, she hammered down on his body. The shock sending through to break bones, to break the rock beneath him. Blood would splatter against teeth. It was too much, after one last strike his body would collapse.

Falling against the mountain rock, his body completely lifeless. They really did infest everywhere, making their nests to disturb her peace. Always lurking, hunting to harm or take lives. They stole peace, innocence, and happiness. Letting their venom work it's way into society, into people's minds. She was going to squash them, they wouldn't be able to hurt her anymore.

She had finally found what she was looking for, or at least she was one step closer. Merrze was unsure as to how to use this power, how to wield it. She had to go home, she had to go back to Meridia and start rallying her people. From the war, and now this, it was time that they started to make moves, the board was now fully set.


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