https://testing.vivariumrpg.com/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 21:09:35 +0000 MyBB https://testing.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8990 Fri, 10 Oct 2025 18:28:31 -0400 Caiaphas]]> https://testing.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8990 Lazy as she had been thus far in her attempt at helping Mythris and whatever plague gripped it, Caiaphas was surprised to feel any sort of.... pull. She didn't appreciate it at first, and continued wandering the land. She could keep an eye out for these runes, but why should she follow the call of some... stranger? When the Highlands didn't prove any more interesting than a glimpse of an ice bear, she'd circled back around to leave and found a tunnel. She didn't know what it was, what it did, but she could feel the magic humming from it as clearly as once she had her own. The fae woman had been unable to deny the call of that, the urge to listen despite its foreign touch.

She entered. She walked for a day, and when she emerged, the blood moon seemed heavier in the sky. This bothered her little -- while its length was strange, a blood moon could mean too many things for her to worry over. It was this pull the Amulet felt that bothered her, though grudgingly, she obeyed the summons. Infuriatingly, it faded when she arrived in the foggy, red... morning? Evening? She couldn't see the disk that indicated the sun, but her internal clock suggested it was mid-day. She liked to hope she could still trust it after being alive as long as she had been, but what if she was in tune with some other world in some far-distant land?

Still, after gathering her bearings, she set out for the big-ass tree she could see wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy in the distance. Seemed as good of a place to be important as any, right? After some time, it became apparent she was approaching a lake, and Caiaphas thought she could hear the rush of the waterfall as if she hadn't been walking away from the one she could see from the tunnel. Confused, but undeterred, she carried on until she was forced to stop lest she jump into the water itself. The tree was... massive, yes, and she couldn't tell if it was growing right from the water or if there was some dirt there remaining above water level, but it didn't seem to matter. The marvel was, nonetheless, impressive.

But was it special? Was there a rune here? Was she supposed to search the whole bloody island for whatever had called her here? Caiaphas dug for the thread of connection she felt when the dream visitor spoke, wondering if she had to lay down and take a nap to hear any message -- which, in itself, didn't sound bad, when she thought of how long she'd been walking. These paws weren't getting younger! ]]> Lazy as she had been thus far in her attempt at helping Mythris and whatever plague gripped it, Caiaphas was surprised to feel any sort of.... pull. She didn't appreciate it at first, and continued wandering the land. She could keep an eye out for these runes, but why should she follow the call of some... stranger? When the Highlands didn't prove any more interesting than a glimpse of an ice bear, she'd circled back around to leave and found a tunnel. She didn't know what it was, what it did, but she could feel the magic humming from it as clearly as once she had her own. The fae woman had been unable to deny the call of that, the urge to listen despite its foreign touch.

She entered. She walked for a day, and when she emerged, the blood moon seemed heavier in the sky. This bothered her little -- while its length was strange, a blood moon could mean too many things for her to worry over. It was this pull the Amulet felt that bothered her, though grudgingly, she obeyed the summons. Infuriatingly, it faded when she arrived in the foggy, red... morning? Evening? She couldn't see the disk that indicated the sun, but her internal clock suggested it was mid-day. She liked to hope she could still trust it after being alive as long as she had been, but what if she was in tune with some other world in some far-distant land?

Still, after gathering her bearings, she set out for the big-ass tree she could see wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy in the distance. Seemed as good of a place to be important as any, right? After some time, it became apparent she was approaching a lake, and Caiaphas thought she could hear the rush of the waterfall as if she hadn't been walking away from the one she could see from the tunnel. Confused, but undeterred, she carried on until she was forced to stop lest she jump into the water itself. The tree was... massive, yes, and she couldn't tell if it was growing right from the water or if there was some dirt there remaining above water level, but it didn't seem to matter. The marvel was, nonetheless, impressive.

But was it special? Was there a rune here? Was she supposed to search the whole bloody island for whatever had called her here? Caiaphas dug for the thread of connection she felt when the dream visitor spoke, wondering if she had to lay down and take a nap to hear any message -- which, in itself, didn't sound bad, when she thought of how long she'd been walking. These paws weren't getting younger! ]]> https://testing.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7886 Sat, 31 May 2025 16:40:00 -0400 Aidoneus]]> https://testing.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7886 He remembered talking with Freya before he had set out to explore the volcano. He had found what he thought was just a small little nook, a fissure that he could just squeeze himself into. He wanted to see if the volcano was dormant - it had felt cool even in the cave, but then he'd been distracted by something else. He'd almost thought he saw something move. It was not the heat he expected from lava or thermal vents, he would have known that far ahead of time. He didn't even have enough space to properly shake his fur out, and it was a process every time he had to wiggle his bulk through another tight space.

At some point, Aidon was relieved to find that he had a bit more breathing room. Slowly but surely the passage was opening up to him, and he felt an almost compulsion to continue on. It felt like forever, where each step was a struggle. He had to push himself, paws moving so slowly it felt like he was struggling to cross the River Styx, like he was drowning in the miasma. Was it years? Decades? Centuries? Millennia? He did not know. Time ceased to be, Aidon felt that he even ceased to be.

Then finally there was a change. A light, soft and barely there, was visible in the distance. Somehow, the instinctive response to turn towards the light was what carried him along, and he finally emerged from beneath the world. It felt like the first time he had escaped from Father - had this all been some cruel trick of the Mad Titan? A chill ran down his spine as the thoughts came together, forming his worst fears. What if it had all been a trick? It was something that cruel Cronos would do. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the light of day again after so long. His muscles trembled as he lifted himself to his full height, trying to see something that might help him ground himself. Where was he? The terrain was completely unfamiliar to him. He found he was almost gasping for air, throat constricted and stuffed it felt like. The panic had begun to consume him, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to calm himself down. ]]> He remembered talking with Freya before he had set out to explore the volcano. He had found what he thought was just a small little nook, a fissure that he could just squeeze himself into. He wanted to see if the volcano was dormant - it had felt cool even in the cave, but then he'd been distracted by something else. He'd almost thought he saw something move. It was not the heat he expected from lava or thermal vents, he would have known that far ahead of time. He didn't even have enough space to properly shake his fur out, and it was a process every time he had to wiggle his bulk through another tight space.

At some point, Aidon was relieved to find that he had a bit more breathing room. Slowly but surely the passage was opening up to him, and he felt an almost compulsion to continue on. It felt like forever, where each step was a struggle. He had to push himself, paws moving so slowly it felt like he was struggling to cross the River Styx, like he was drowning in the miasma. Was it years? Decades? Centuries? Millennia? He did not know. Time ceased to be, Aidon felt that he even ceased to be.

Then finally there was a change. A light, soft and barely there, was visible in the distance. Somehow, the instinctive response to turn towards the light was what carried him along, and he finally emerged from beneath the world. It felt like the first time he had escaped from Father - had this all been some cruel trick of the Mad Titan? A chill ran down his spine as the thoughts came together, forming his worst fears. What if it had all been a trick? It was something that cruel Cronos would do. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the light of day again after so long. His muscles trembled as he lifted himself to his full height, trying to see something that might help him ground himself. Where was he? The terrain was completely unfamiliar to him. He found he was almost gasping for air, throat constricted and stuffed it felt like. The panic had begun to consume him, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to calm himself down. ]]>