Post by prime on Dec 28, 2006 1:54:43 GMT -5
OOC: I'd like the stress, supposing anyone joins this topic, that the Nightside contrains Powers and Beings and creatures beyond our normal RP, and all the idea's we come up with in our storylines. A magor player could easily have taken out Wudge, or even Prime when he was at his prime.
BIC: Prime cautiously walked into the Nightside, that city within a city, the dark heart of london. Where it was always 3am, the hour of the wolf, when a man was at his most vulnerable. Anything could be found in the Nightside, pleasures and pains that are unspeakable in the normal world. Power at discount prices, sometimes only half of your soul, and strange objects beyond normal comprehension.
And that was why Prime was cautiously walking into the Nightside, cautiously avoiding the road ways, as the blurred traffic traveling along it wasn't always a car, and the things that did travel upon it were always hungry. Prime was looking for the Streets of the Gods, which he'd heard of from an old friend a long time ago. Eragon's pain still haunted his mind, but still he moved forwards. The denizens of the Nightside cast Prime sidelong glances, sensing someone who'd fallen from great heights. Already, minds were calculating, word was spreading, and being beyond comprehension were considering Prime's usefulness.
Prime picked up a few trinkets on the way, the least of which being his new trench coat, which was so dark it looked to be made of shadow. And considering the thing he'd kicked the crap out of to get it, it probably was. He easily concealed his sword under the trench, along with a few other objects various street vendors were pumping out. Talismens and materials that could be useful in the future, as he dropped them into his pockets he attempted to memorise their position and function.
Finally he reached his destination, the long Streets of the Gods contained wonders, temples and shrines traveling the length of the street, dazzling those who browsed the 'wares' availible, either through sacrifice or self sacrifice, always one of the two. No other methods of payment existed within the Nightside. Prime's eye's glazed as he looked for his target, protecting him from powers his limited mind wouldn't be capable of understanding. Finally, he located it.
The Arcane Tower, a spire of great hight with a blue sapire of epic scale floating over its top, obviously supported by its own tremendous magical energies. The Tower of Magnus, resident god of magic, and likely the most talented magical practitioner in the universe, save perhaps Merlin Satanspawn. Prime slowly climbed the tower steps, seeming to grow heavier and heavier as he approached the peak, were, almost kneeling, he stood suddenly in a massive library.
A man with a long grey beard, horn rimmed round glasses, and a kindly expression looked at him. "Hello Prime." He said, his voice sounding half in and half out. He reached out and attatched a pocket to the inside of Prime's new trench. "This is a gift, you shouldn't be concerned about payment." The man said, as Prime examined the pocket. As he looked into its depths, it seemed as though he'd never lack for space again. "Thank you." Prime said, "I'm here for-" He started, but Magnus cut him off. "I already know, I already know. Don't your worry, I will do as you ask. All I ask in return is future consideration, once you learn what you wish to you could be useful to me." Prime nodded, committing himself. "Good good." Magnus said.
Magnus spoke two words of power, the weight of which brought Prime to the ground, flattened under a weight that was to great to bear. His body changed slightly, his mind opened and broadened, and he could no long understand some of its depths, and finally his voice changed, in a way he was almost incapable of detecting. But it had changed.
Prime could now speak Words of Power, the strength of the Word the strength of his will. "Thank you." Prime gasped, though he now found it easier to stand up in the magical field. "Its not a problem. Here, take these." Magnus said, handing him several books. "They contain words that I require you to learn. I will call you in the future, when I've need of you." He said. "Oh, and I suggest the first word you use is that of immortality." He suggested. Prime nodded, but he was no longer in the tower, but standing out on the street.
"Well." He muttered. "What do I do now..."
BIC: Prime cautiously walked into the Nightside, that city within a city, the dark heart of london. Where it was always 3am, the hour of the wolf, when a man was at his most vulnerable. Anything could be found in the Nightside, pleasures and pains that are unspeakable in the normal world. Power at discount prices, sometimes only half of your soul, and strange objects beyond normal comprehension.
And that was why Prime was cautiously walking into the Nightside, cautiously avoiding the road ways, as the blurred traffic traveling along it wasn't always a car, and the things that did travel upon it were always hungry. Prime was looking for the Streets of the Gods, which he'd heard of from an old friend a long time ago. Eragon's pain still haunted his mind, but still he moved forwards. The denizens of the Nightside cast Prime sidelong glances, sensing someone who'd fallen from great heights. Already, minds were calculating, word was spreading, and being beyond comprehension were considering Prime's usefulness.
Prime picked up a few trinkets on the way, the least of which being his new trench coat, which was so dark it looked to be made of shadow. And considering the thing he'd kicked the crap out of to get it, it probably was. He easily concealed his sword under the trench, along with a few other objects various street vendors were pumping out. Talismens and materials that could be useful in the future, as he dropped them into his pockets he attempted to memorise their position and function.
Finally he reached his destination, the long Streets of the Gods contained wonders, temples and shrines traveling the length of the street, dazzling those who browsed the 'wares' availible, either through sacrifice or self sacrifice, always one of the two. No other methods of payment existed within the Nightside. Prime's eye's glazed as he looked for his target, protecting him from powers his limited mind wouldn't be capable of understanding. Finally, he located it.
The Arcane Tower, a spire of great hight with a blue sapire of epic scale floating over its top, obviously supported by its own tremendous magical energies. The Tower of Magnus, resident god of magic, and likely the most talented magical practitioner in the universe, save perhaps Merlin Satanspawn. Prime slowly climbed the tower steps, seeming to grow heavier and heavier as he approached the peak, were, almost kneeling, he stood suddenly in a massive library.
A man with a long grey beard, horn rimmed round glasses, and a kindly expression looked at him. "Hello Prime." He said, his voice sounding half in and half out. He reached out and attatched a pocket to the inside of Prime's new trench. "This is a gift, you shouldn't be concerned about payment." The man said, as Prime examined the pocket. As he looked into its depths, it seemed as though he'd never lack for space again. "Thank you." Prime said, "I'm here for-" He started, but Magnus cut him off. "I already know, I already know. Don't your worry, I will do as you ask. All I ask in return is future consideration, once you learn what you wish to you could be useful to me." Prime nodded, committing himself. "Good good." Magnus said.
Magnus spoke two words of power, the weight of which brought Prime to the ground, flattened under a weight that was to great to bear. His body changed slightly, his mind opened and broadened, and he could no long understand some of its depths, and finally his voice changed, in a way he was almost incapable of detecting. But it had changed.
Prime could now speak Words of Power, the strength of the Word the strength of his will. "Thank you." Prime gasped, though he now found it easier to stand up in the magical field. "Its not a problem. Here, take these." Magnus said, handing him several books. "They contain words that I require you to learn. I will call you in the future, when I've need of you." He said. "Oh, and I suggest the first word you use is that of immortality." He suggested. Prime nodded, but he was no longer in the tower, but standing out on the street.
"Well." He muttered. "What do I do now..."