Roleplay from Vulpes (2 days, 11 hours ago)
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Vulpes silently gave Princely Band of Ar Agyr to Jactosh, recognizing the Daimon as the true ruler of Ar Agyr. Not that Jactosh would have any clue of this, the commoner did not speak with anyone, let alone a Daimon. He would keep his eyes down and averted, not wanting to anger the Daimon or look upon the divine. It was said that doing so would cost someone their soul.
Suddenly a bright pillar of light would shoot up into the sky, grabbing his attention. His thoughts quickly turned to quiet, determined rage as he turned and began to run towards the light, pulling out his Devil's Flute. Arriving at the ring of portal stones, he would find that whoever had set them up had fled. Putting the Devil's flute to his mouth, he began to play, the discordant sounds a haunting, familiar yet alien melody. His body would shudder, head throbbing as if in a vice while blood began to flow from his eyes and nose from the unearthly notes.
The playing would go on as long as his body could hold out, and unless someone intervened he would eventually collapse in exhaustion and pain.
Roleplay from Vulpes (2 days, 10 hours ago)
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Waking up groggily to the site of the portal still activated, Vulpes growled lowly, his body tensing up on all fours, ready to bound away should any danger show itself. He could feel the blood from playing his flute had dried on his face and clothes. After a few moments of nothing but the brilliant light of the portal, he let his shoulders relax slightly, still alert but accepting there was nothing happening at the moment. From his pack he would take two things, a ceremonial knife, and a stone that looked similar to those set in the circle, except completely inert. Taking the knife, he would slash across his palm, fresh blood soon dripping from his hand. Taking the portal stone, he would slowly coat it in blood, cutting himself again and again along the arm as he needed more, until the stone was a dark red.
After doing this he would work quickly while the blood was still wet, slamming the portal stone down against the ones that were activated, his blood splattering onto the stones and being left wherever the inert stone touched. In his mind he would be cursing the one who had activated the portal, vowing never to rest until he had caught the cretin and gouged out his eyes. Once he had finished the ritualistic spreading of his blood onto the stones, he would bring his cut hand to his face, placing it so that it covered one eye and half his face, with his palm resting on his mouth. Once he took his hand away, a bloody relief would be left on his visage, seeming like red warpaint. As his final act in this bizarre play, he would take the stone in both hands, attempting to walk forward into the light of the portal and place it in the center.
